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Post by kozmikbunny on May 13, 2004 15:34:54 GMT -5
I was walking in a very bright and swirly cloud when i noticed a little gnome flying on what looks like falcor from the never ending story he came up to me and he said.....
Organized religion destroys who we are by inhibiting our actions... by inhibiting our decisions, out of... out of fear of some... some intangible parent figure who... who shakes a finger at us from thousands of years ago and says... and says, "Do it - Do it and I'll fu(kin' spank you."
Post by xjenNjuicex on May 13, 2004 16:45:21 GMT -5
"So what you're saying is that I'm screwed, right?" The gnome looked at me with a great big smile and then let out a tremendous whistle. The next thing I knew a giant cicada, the size of Falcor, flew up and landed next to me. The gnome told me to climb on because we were going on a great adventure......
to fornicate with millions of other cicadas on a giant farm on Jupiter. This farm would be home to a new race of super cicadas! The gnome then let out a giant belch and we suddenly...
"As you wander through life, sister/brother, whatever be your goal, keep your eye upon the donut, and not the hole." -Sign in the mayflower Coffee Shop, Chicago
Post by JayFromRochester on May 14, 2004 9:27:17 GMT -5
consulting the all-knowing Grand Flurbiz: an oracle of great esteem.
I quickly made my way to the Flurbiz's tower shrine and hastily made offerings of barbeque, whiskey, and loose tobacco. The Grand Flurbiz poked his head out of the topmost window and called down to me...
.. "little one, apparently you already know where you are going. Giving me schwag offerings, saving the Dank for yourself. If you burn one down with me I'll make sure...."
Post by fluffhead720 on May 14, 2004 11:27:32 GMT -5
........a slight tingle in my fingers, like music was flowing straight out of my body. The Grand Flurbiz picked up his mandolin and handed me.............
Post by JayFromRochester on May 14, 2004 14:06:28 GMT -5
"Play this."
When I raised the glass to my lips I was amazed to hear not the familiar gurgling of bubbles, but rather a great bellowing tuba-like blat, that raised and trilled octaves above before it finally fell into a wet sonic splatter and faded away.
I grinned at the Grand Flurbiz and told him I was ready.
As he tuned the last string on his mandolin he turned and asked if I knew the melody to...
the greatest place in the universe. Where benevolent forces rained gifts of forgiveness onto everyone; healing them spiritually, mentally, and physically. At that moment...
...everyone shit thier pants, due to all the excitement. The stench was horrendous. I could feel my stomach turning, I had to get out of there. My pulse quickened, the Great Flurbiz could see I was queazy and a bit uneasy, so he said to me....
Post by ClarkGriswold on May 16, 2004 23:44:00 GMT -5
Then..... he turned toward me and said “ On what do you base your life my friend?” no sooner had the words gotten out of his mouth a streak of blue came whizzing pass us and came to an abrupt stop. As shouts of ‘hurry up, come on” the Great Flurbiz looked at me and said “the BLUE BUS is calling us”. We boarded and settled into ours seats and I said to the Great Flurbiz toss me a joint I think there’s one in my raincoat and he said we smoked the last a hour ago. So I gaze at ceiling as he read a magazine and I was deep in thought about going look for this place called Bonnaroo when I heard familiar voices behind me. I turned to look and realized it was two old friends I had spent many late nights with. Two brothers actually, Wang and Dang Doosal. I got up and made my way to seat across the aisle from them. Wang leaned over toward me with a smile on his face and said “Out on the perimeter we get stoned immaculate”. That’s when I knew….
that I was being decieved and manipulated. The Flurbiz was subjecting me to an infinite variety of intimations and temptations of easy infinite bliss. Since I knew that the world was made up of a balance of yin and yang, creation and destruction, good and bad, I could see that his insistance that I focus on bliss and satisfaction was designed to distract me from his true intentions. He was trying to....
Post by ClarkGriswold on May 17, 2004 12:56:54 GMT -5
“There’s a duck that is held hostage in a lighthouse and I need everyone on this bus to help me free it” Thinking to myself should we take up this noble cause? Would Wang and Dang help him? I knew he was lying (or was he?). Gargomel’s evil voice shook me to my core and added to the distractions making it hard to…
Post by ClarkGriswold on May 17, 2004 15:55:53 GMT -5
A turkey baister …No!! …A turkey blaster NO THAT’S NOT IT !!!… baiter … banister… buster… think man think what is it? My palms where sweaty and my head began to ache as the crisis mounted and I realized that….
Post by xjenNjuicex on May 18, 2004 15:50:45 GMT -5
It was a dream! I had passed out earlier from the stuff that the Great Flurbitz had given me to drink! I got up and looked around and saw that I was surrounded by thousands of tiny dancing mushrooms! They were all wearing signs that said "Eat me". So....
Post by kozmikbunny on May 18, 2004 16:08:03 GMT -5
as any well manored psychonaut would do after an insanely vivid lucid dream, i ate them. not all of them though, i thought that i should put some in my back pack; i have a feeling that im going to need them later. as i ingest the fungus out of the near by lake raises a huge mushroom shaped fountain, and prancing around the lake are what look to be .. like .. heads!!! twirling and jumping spinning and flipping, it seems that my unconciousnes had brought me too a place where anything can happen, and just as that thought popped in my head.......
Organized religion destroys who we are by inhibiting our actions... by inhibiting our decisions, out of... out of fear of some... some intangible parent figure who... who shakes a finger at us from thousands of years ago and says... and says, "Do it - Do it and I'll fu(kin' spank you."
Post by ClarkGriswold on May 18, 2004 18:48:33 GMT -5
I was so turned on by my lack of conclusion. I then introduced myself to the heads as the KING OF OBLIVION from a far, far away. The heads where very courteous and showed me to a cottage where I could spend the night. Inside the cottage a gnome was resting in a chair and upon my entering he said to me “Leave your shoes outside and the door unlocked we might just slip away” Out of the corner of my eye a faint image began to….
come into focus. "What are you doing wasting time??!! Do you not want to go to the Bonnaroo??"....it was the grand flurbiz. The great one had come in the nick of time for we were lost and in desperate need of his wizdom. "Is it to late"....i asked "No but there is only one last option to get you there in time. You must......."
So T.G.F. and I slogged our way over to the nearest highway and brandished our thumbs, yea verily. But the sun was sinking fast, the cars were few and far between. Night was upon us and we were no closer to the Bonnaroo, when...
Post by ClarkGriswold on May 31, 2004 12:30:10 GMT -5
He said to me. “Life is complicated … it can be as difficult as trying to find a hood ordainment for a 1962 Chevy Impala, he laughed and said now those aren’t easy to come by ”. WHAT ??!! A HOOD ORDAINMENT ??!! WHAT ??!! I said as I felt my spirits sinking. Then he said “any road will get you there if you don’t know where your going” But I knew the road I had chosen was the one to Bonnaroo and my spirits began to rise besides what I was looking for at the roo wasn’t as hard to find as an old hood ordainment. Just some good vibes. Then I thought peace and good will toward each other in circles I move in isn’t always so easily found but there would be an abundance at Bonnaroo. That thought made me smile. Night had come to us on the road as we held our thumbs out for a ride and as the approaching headlights began to slow down for us I …..
