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Post by sisyphus on Mar 30, 2006 7:15:27 GMT -5
okay that poll was a bad joke....but i wanted to open a fountainhead similar to the poems-no-less thread, wherein participants time themselves for approx 3-5 minutes--or at least record their times upon completion--writing in stream of consciousness.... i know some entertaining stuff is gonna come slipping out of your(pl) squishy brain matter. let it flow. clean out your intellectual bowls. it's a mind enima. don't be afraid. embrace it. Maynard would totally do this. Yeah. He'd totally embrace this thread. Come little chicks....cluck hither and thither but mostly with the quiver of streams....
In a 2003 interview with High Times magazine, RAW described himself as a "Model Agnostic" which he says "consists of never regarding any model or map of Universe with total 100% belief or total 100% denial. Following Korzybski, I put things in probabilities, not absolutes... My only originality lies in applying this zetetic attitude outside the hardest of the hard sciences, physics, to softer sciences and then to non-sciences like politics, ideology, jury verdicts and, of course, conspiracy theory." More simply, he claims 'not to believe anything,' since 'belief is the death of thought.' He has described his approach as 'Maybe Logic.' ooo robert....
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Post by rockkid on Mar 30, 2006 13:20:36 GMT -5
Running over her the first time didn’t suffice so he did it again……… brought it to the depths of grief felt while eating jellied ham outside Chernobyl. I can’t imagine cleaning the tire treads while occupied by such sunny remissness. Nor could he.
But then again lambs dancing in the creek never helped anyone. Pipe tobacco?
Let’s not light the pyre downwind of Downing Street shall we.
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Post by poseidon on Mar 30, 2006 13:23:07 GMT -5
Whats kitsch?
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Post by rockkid on Mar 30, 2006 13:30:29 GMT -5
asking  |
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Post by phil on Mar 30, 2006 13:37:43 GMT -5
kitsch. Derived from the German verkitschen etwas, kitsch means to 'knock something off'.
Today it is synonymous with objects of bad taste that are so bad they're good in an ironic way.
In the fifties and sixties kitsch was - and still is - highly collectable.
Kitsch can be anything from flying ducks to Tretchikoff paintings and Elvis toilet roll holders.
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Also spelled without an s ... Kitch is basicaly ... trash !!
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Post by rockkid on Mar 30, 2006 13:42:58 GMT -5
Like lawn gnomes or flamingos with homicidal leanings who instead spent the night fixing little Jimmy’s training wheels.
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Post by phil on Mar 30, 2006 13:47:00 GMT -5
 Perfect example ... !! |
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Post by rockkid on Mar 30, 2006 13:53:44 GMT -5
Could be Elvis’s final spot I'm off, much to do & none of it involves lawn statues |
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Post by rockkid on Mar 30, 2006 13:55:37 GMT -5
But first as far as the poll………. (the part inclusive of postal workers that is) I’ve selected sweaty asses, pipe & leather. Mix the order up, go wild.
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Post by phil on Mar 30, 2006 13:56:46 GMT -5
Elvis IS the King of Kitch ... !!
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Post by rockkid on Mar 30, 2006 14:06:56 GMT -5
But first if I may it came to me like a shot………….. the heaving breasts bunched up against my crinoline left me aghast and possessive of a bad case of deep south vapors.
Quilly riding in with his cod piece tilted at a jaunty angle its hue glowing vapidly like the consortium of Zelnorm users clustered nearby. Bare as the day the grey clouds passed over head obscuring my view of the sexing. It was the 6th of May when the result of their union sprang forth with a furor not unlike an uncoiled slinky.
The loss of blood in the squirrel unfathomable.
Now seriously damn it………… that’s enough!
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Post by phil on Mar 30, 2006 14:08:55 GMT -5
LoLoLoL ... !!
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Post by sisyphus on Mar 31, 2006 16:18:21 GMT -5
czeslaw milos snickers polanski style when thanksgiving marsupulates because the neo-cons tickle small monetary nipples and my dyslexia has given me the power for premonitorily grasping forward and manifesting the ring inside my uterex that you have inverted vertical to black trap although the horizontal suction cup has found its strength in analog number sequences fractured beside digits of 0 1 0 1 0 1 0 1 0 1 0 1 0 1 0 1 even though my ego is your ego is their ego is our ego and body shell is beyond sensory and unisensory and it is permeable and porous absorbent and transcendent and this is why frida had a unibrow that chiseled her skin like tiny orange pop drops that sodafied the inner lining of string pies whose nimble nantuckets were inviolable beside the growing fixations of small rabbits on holy vestiges and dried out victuals of poor vegans whose only recourse to meaty madness lies solely in their ability to swallow microscopic fish seeds lurking behind rubber walls in bigger halls whose veins skim the rain of ordinary opiates and ignorant nimble bishop’s wives who stitch the insipid signatures of hairy beasts on the foreheads of their children before they press blood mind into puberty and eat the sticky globules of musical notes and pork sodas that must be consumed if one is a teenage metier searing the burning pink plastic of dissent-bots blistering the banality out of broken banannas
wtf?
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Post by poseidon on Mar 31, 2006 19:00:29 GMT -5
seek therapy...
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Post by sisyphus on Mar 31, 2006 22:44:19 GMT -5
i have....they don't want me... oh, and pat, i like yer sig quote. |
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