This one goes out to alot of people..
Lets see where to start the list.
Spookz, Fountainhed, Fafnir665,wesmorris,Redoubtable, and anyone else that escapes my notice at the moment that deserves to be on this list.

Get off my cool aid motherf**ker.


:D
thanks.

Its a Bonfire of Insanities, my liege. Didn't think you'd do it.

Johsnon wrote of Daphne once, but of course the little puke meant Gendanken:

"Then, my boy, beware of Gendanken. Learn a lesson from a rat;
What is cunning in the kitten may be cruel in the cat"

Tee hee.....Soooo..what are you wearing Muh-Mephura?

Well, I have just spent all day coating foul bodies with even fouler substances. As such, my garments are stained from my labors. I was just about to strip down to naught but my sweat soaked loincloth and my ever presant turban.

Why do you ask?

Are these the people that anger you Mephura?

Meph:
Why do you ask?

Only becuase there's a southern belle I know that's both odd and slightly insane in that she either learns a romantic language to hear herself turn herself on or uses mental imageries in rituals short of Voodoo.

Hercules wore a loincloth. As did Samson.

What in the bloody hell is a "cool aid mutherfucker"???

First time smoking weed man? If it is, QUIT!!!:bugeye:

what did i do?
:(

why do folks hate me so?
:(

Obviously, a Kool Aid motherfucker.

Meph said:

Well, I have just spent all day coating foul bodies with even fouler substances. As such, my garments are stained from my labors.

Oh I get it... you're a mortician!

Maybe a surprise mortician? Giving your services where they're least expected... sort of a Una-embalmer.

Fountainboy:
What in the bloody hell is a "cool aid mutherfucker"???

First time smoking weed man? If it is, QUIT

Spooky pooh:
what did i do?
why do folks hate me so?


BigBlueHead:
Oh I get it... you're a mortician!
....Una-embalmer

Pendejos. Fucking reading skills of a blind deafmute.
I'm the kool-aid-, my Meph is not a mortician, and everything annoying is hateable.

true, my job does involve preparing bodies, but the answer is much easier.

And for the rest of you, I will add the slight gramatical fix that is needed.

Get off my kool aid, mother fucker.

That would be semantic, not grammatical...

I'll get off your kool aid now. (Was I on it?)

well whatever it is i am doing, i guess i will have to redouble my efforts.
dankass you have been warned

That would be semantic, not grammatical...

Actually it was a grammatical fix of a semantic error resulting from bad grammer.

It's a good thing I was here. :cool:

... I thought this was a call for insane ramblings!

Well... Damn thee black as the underside of Hades!

Now ye shall have them, damn ye!!!

By Hell's Ten Million Devils!
Put a tab of acid in that fukkin' kool-aid!

Shaddap shadd'nap!!!

I demand that I may or may not be Vroomfondle!!!

YOU, sir! and YOU, madam!

DAMN IT, I said!!!

"...Within the silence of twelve eleven,
the ever-expectant awaits..."

I am certain/uncomprehending that I am asleep/awake...

Retribution? ...ho, ho ho...
We slant ourselves away from thee,
Invulnerable in obliqueness
To your perpendicularly arranged emplacements...



...This way I go
On dirty toes,
For to save my shoes
From gravel...


Yes...


I mean, No....

The question is why were you all on his "kool aid" in the first place?

shades of ole sparky and other facists

whats the criteria used to place posters on list?
obsfucation will not be tolerated.
be forthcoming

Spookz:
whats the criteria used to place posters on list?
obsfucation will not be tolerated.
be forthcoming
Think about it.

You're like a terrier that's caught the whiff of a bitch in heat.

bah
plan on going thru all the breeds? first poodle now terrier?
you are right tho, i never falter where pussy is concerned
havent you learned yet i do not think?
stick your leg out. i wanna give it a hump and piss on it.
why?
cos you are my bitch!
bitch!

why do you denigrate messiah meph? thought you two were pals

Originally posted by spookz

havent you learned yet i do not think?


yeah, i noticed.

As for the list and criteria required to be on it, i will say this:

its my kool aid and my list.
I ain't telling you shit.

I shouldn't need to spookz.
The answer is all around you.
Its in the river. Its in the sun.
Dream with a cat, and it will show you the way.

So the house favorite right now has crowned Black Cherry Kool-Aid the King of Kool-Aid because the two people who are not vegetarians and who are old enough to know recall getting this Jell-o with our fish & chips at Skipper's that tasted just like this Kool-Aid.

Now that's one boss Kool-Aid, motherfuckers.

true.. black cherry is the shit
for once we agree..

It's obvious cool skill wouldn't be on the list.
cool skill never rambles insane.

yeah, i noticed.

bone had some meat eh? gnaw away dog

its my kool aid and my list.
I ain't telling you shit.

in that case
i shall just ramble.
at you
and the dankass
viciously
insanely
forever

I shouldn't need to spookz.
The answer is all around you.
Its in the river. Its in the sun.
Dream with a cat, and it will show you the way.

crap mr messiah. this dog gets insane around cats

*thanks for the invite

the thing is, if this fucktard is soliciting insane ramblings, why bring up lists?
i ask once again! what criteria? elitist pig!

HA HA AHA AHAHAHAHAHAHA
I am on your "Kool Aid"? I am a motherfucker? And you want me off? LOL!! That coming from an uptight punk like you is surely heaven.

Heaven for me was lime kool aid with an orange freezie in it...

People would always ask, "Why is there a carrot in your drink?"

yo get off my koolade motherfucker=get off the bitch i've been flirting with

nah. nocando
the dankass is the forum whore and toilet and you are only flirting? loser!
knees getting raw yet?

have you two tards heard of instant messaging? use it! your incessant msging is annoying and taking up space. the bitch once msgd me and soiled my inbox forever

Poop:
yo get off my koolade motherfucker=get off the bitch i've been flirting with


Since when is fucking like animals ~just flirting~?
have you two tards heard of instant messaging? use it! your incessant msging is annoying and taking up space.
This, like sex with real people, is none of your business.

What's taking up space is the gelatinous patch of mold that's been spreading ever since you signed up for sciforums.

In a word: churl
In two more: fuck off

ok but would you mind if i spit on your face first?

state your intent, meph you asshole!

Originally posted by spookz
state your intent, meph you asshole!


why?

What reasons would I or should I have for stating my intent to the likes of you and your fellows? Your posts read like abstracts from psychology journals: An example of a little man with even smaller self esteem.

Tell me, do you question yourself?
Do you ever wonder as to your motives and the shadows that drive you ever onward along your chosen course?

What reasons would I or should I have for stating my intent to the likes of you and your fellows?

why the fuck not? did you not invite me here? do you not see the confusion? some ramble insanely, others offer koolaid shit, i see it a warning to those on the list to get off the dankass. which is it? do you even know?

state your intent you miserable coward!

Your posts read like abstracts from psychology journals:

i usually nail em yes?

An example of a little man with even smaller self esteem.

naturally

Tell me, do you question yourself?

i cannot. am an ai under development

Do you ever wonder as to your motives and the shadows that drive you ever onward along your chosen course?

see above

I invited you?
Do tell...
Show me the words oh mighty spookz.

I see no confusion, but perhaps I'm just confused, eh?
Warnings and ramblings. Gendanken and kool aid.
I can see how it would be confusing.

Do I know which is which?
Maybe, but what is knowable and who am I to say?

Recieve the messager for the message, not for his wisdom.
Why ask me for the truth?

now that all issues have been dealt with, on to point two:

It recently occured to me that although GCT was based off of superstring theory, perhaps the similarities where not drawnfully enough.

Oh, the layers.
I forgot about those.
Sure the framework was there, but the specifics where lacking. But where to divide? should there be divisions?

Do not science and religion have the same mother?

i like to stick my hand in a bag of flour.
i squeeze it in between my fingers and my hands, the softness and texture is incredible...
canned peas are the best.
and strawberry pie.

Originally posted by Killjoy
... I thought this was a call for insane ramblings!

Well... Damn thee black as the underside of Hades!

Now ye shall have them, damn ye!!!

By Hell's Ten Million Devils!
Put a tab of acid in that fukkin' kool-aid!

Shaddap shadd'nap!!!

I demand that I may or may not be Vroomfondle!!!

YOU, sir! and YOU, madam!

DAMN IT, I said!!!

"...Within the silence of twelve eleven,
the ever-expectant awaits..."

I am certain/uncomprehending that I am asleep/awake...

Retribution? ...ho, ho ho...
We slant ourselves away from thee,
Invulnerable in obliqueness
To your perpendicularly arranged emplacements...



...This way I go
On dirty toes,
For to save my shoes
From gravel...


Yes...


I mean, No....

ROFLMAO

I wonder if that got you on the list!?

*giggle*

it seems like your all up in their kool-aide and you don't even know the flavor, luckily i do....it's grape.

Originally posted by psychomantyss
it seems like your all up in their kool-aide and you don't even know the flavor, luckily i do....it's grape.
NOnononononononononono...
umm..
NO.

its a strange mango kinda flavor. blendied with something....kiwi perhaps?
i likes the kiwis..but not the bird. strange little things. the shoe polish is ok though. water or fire...one is easier, but the results are better with the other.

anyway..
that is not the reason i am here.
no..
the reason is something good just happened.
fun fun fun..
only lasted an hour or so though...
but still..
it was well worth it.
very good.

good good good.
goodnight.

i went for almost 3 hours a few nights ago....i was raw..but it was nice!

good to hear.
keep up the good work.

748w
200m-748w=2x-412
or tooo long.
eyes burn,mouth is dry,nose is running.
all things considered, it could be worse though.
15+16=31
thats a happy thought. 16 more.
if i'm lucky.

goodnight.

and the times they are a changing..
MW JA W...
out with the old and in with the new I say.

Probably brick walls though...in the worse way possible.

then there is the phish song...
strange little thing.
what is it about?
we wonder...

Let us see here.....

and the times they are a changing..
MW JA W...
out with the old and in with the new I say

A rotten little tweak on a Rotten little plan.....ja ju ja january. MW sing of month, week, or people.
Out with old and in with new, sang the farmhand. Perhaps planning to house a commune in a bible belt.

Insane ramblings, indeed. Gendanken is *so* much better at them.

Probably brick walls though...in the worse way possible.
By chance the brick hints of blocks in the way, hurdles that crop up here in there to make mankind stumble when he's eyeing his prize. Bad if golden, good if gilded.

Depending on the blacksmith......

then there is the phish song...
?


all things considered, it could be worse though.
15+16=31
thats a happy thought. 16 more.
if i'm lucky.



Fifteen days, sixteen more for either a trick or a treat. Happy thought and happier picturing it skimpy if naughty girls fucking feel like it.


748w
200m-748w=2x-412
or tooo long.

This one needs time. It calculates time.

How's this for insane.....a river snakes through the parched land, and in its belly the tortured bones of dead men. Dreams dead as they are, and at its mouth where the cobra runs wild Ebolfo stands with a foot on its head, bashing its skull in, smashing cliches down to rot.

Originally posted by gendanken
Let us see here.....

A rotten little tweak on a Rotten little plan.....ja ju ja january. MW sing of month, week, or people.
Out with old and in with new, sang the farmhand. Perhaps planning to house a commune in a bible belt.

Oh so close, but so far away.
It's nothign to do with the future, or of plans, my dear.
Nothing to do with january.

It has to do with shamans, and shadows, and those of questionable sex. Now that is about as clear as I care to make it.

Insane ramblings, indeed. Gendanken is *so* much better at them.

Perhaps, but that is still yet to be seen. You would have to ramble first dearest...

By chance the brick hints of blocks in the way, hurdles that crop up here in there to make mankind stumble when he's eyeing his prize. Bad if its golden, good if its gilded.

NOpe, nope nope. The walls are the same as they where. A shadowy wall? Funny that... It would appear so.

Depending on the blacksmith......

I smith my blackness quite well at times.


?

That is a question mark.
Is it for me? <--(there is one for you.)

The phish song? you know it well... You posed the question. I happened to agree.

Fifteen days, sixteen more for either a trick or a treat. Happy thought and happier picturing it skimpy if naughty girls fucking feel like it.

Oh ho..She got that one. I knew she could.

This one needs time. It calculates time.

Here is the funny thing on that one. It appears to be algebraic. It isn't. It's ideas. They probably don't mean what You think they do.
for instance, the 748w is probably 748/week. Of course I could be wrong and it could be wats. I can't rememebr anymore, though i think it was /week. I don't recall it actually calculating anything. more like a statement of variables/facts.

How's this for insane.....a river snakes through the parched land, and in its belly the tortured bones of dead men. Dreams dead as they are, and at its mouth where the cobra runs wild Ebolfo stands with a foot on its head, bashing its skull in, smashing cliches down to rot.

hmm...
reads more like a riddle.
I'll give you points for style though..

Meph:
It has to do with shamans, and shadows, and those of questionable sex. Now that is about as clear as I care to make it.


How the fuck would I know............
I've only gotten whiffs of La Mysitca.....

Perhaps, but that is still yet to be seen. You would have to ramble first dearest...
Never give me the mike if you know what's good for you........

The phish song? you know it well... You posed the question. I happened to agree
Never listen to Phish, Oh my brother.


hmm...
reads more like a riddle.
I'll give you points for style though..
Now riddle me this: the w and m struck of week and month. The 'or tooooo long' bit right afterwards made it official.
It calculates time.

Yes?

Originally posted by gendanken
Meph:

How the fuck would I know............
I've only gotten whiffs of La Mysitca.....

You would know if you stopped thinking so hard and just thought about it. Maybe
I will give you answer
for x-mass


Never give me the mike if you know what's good for you........

But I do so love courting disaster.
*hands over the mic*


Never listen to Phish, Oh my brother.

Never said you did.
I just said you raised the questions about the phish song

Now riddle me this: the w and m struck of week and month. The 'or tooooo long' bit right afterwards made it official.
It calculates time.

Yes?

The m could stand for miles, or money or probably / month.
The equation is probably something about how long something is going to take, so yes the answer would be time, but I don't really think it was a question. Or an equation for that matter.
(it's just well camoflagued)

It's been a while...
time to revamp and update my ape.
It would seem the monkey is losing weight.
MR.T: don't your golden chains ever get heavy? It would seem you are oblivious to being reasonable. Sad little man with solittle to show, despite all your trappings.
Miss Wacky: Do you know any Jews? They just aren't like that, and never were. Silly woman.
The wolf is baying outside. The question is what is he holwing for? Is he lonely and just keeping company with the moon or is it something more? Tricky wolf... your silence is disturbing.
The fountain has run dry. Perhaps it is no longer mentioning. It's waters only enraged and never sated anyway.

Well, that being said, I've business to attend to.
For all the weight the monkey has lost, I doubt it will be overly missed, except perhaps by the monkey.

Madamme wacky reminds one of past collector's items, a short story that with cheap labor baited the bronzed savage into talking of semites and deserts with her.

Now that chimps and monkies lose weight, the moon will never light where they keep the heroine. Mayhaps. Mayhaps not.

Depending on rotteness. Those ebolfologized dreamscapes.

Maybe she's misplaced the monkey. Who be the monkey, goes me?

But hark! A pearly diatrabe by a dark one cut short by mentions of fountains. As beggers feed lice so does this comment of waterfalls running dry suck the life from his meaning.

Enlighten us, dark one. She will feed on ambrosia and goblets of nacre, waiting.

Hey, can ui have some of what you guys are on? Normally i dont need drugs, i'm mad enough already, but your making me look like an amateur.

no drugs needed. Just open your eyes and see what is there. the truth often make little sense, if any.

The Wolf bears scars both old and new. Does the young wolf eye the old? The moon is a light in his darkness, but is far while seeming near. Pretty moon, reflected in the ocean he can not cross.

Ophelia is enthralled with the wandering minstrel with a pretty song. One song for the court and another for her, and she does not know guilt from gold.

I don't see how something could be true if it didn't make sense. If you see the truth, is that not "making sense" of it?

I don't see how something could be true if it didn't make sense. If you see the truth, is that not "making sense" of it?

Wes wes wes...
Perhaps you be more insane than me. Two ideas, you present. The first is nonsense. THe second almost has merit, but isn't at all well thougth out. I fear perhaps your brain still be melted.

First one then the other:
If the truth made sense, it would be much easier to find, no?
Why you might make sense of the truth you see, the sense you make might not be true.

Perhaps you be more insane than me.

*shrug*

The first is nonsense.

You are too quick to write me off.

The second almost has merit, but isn't at all well thougth out.
Your superiority complex will be your limiting factor if you don't learn to keep it in check, especially with those who aim to better you, and be better from knowing you.

I fear perhaps your brain still be melted.

Could be.

First one then the other:
If the truth made sense, it would be much easier to find, no?

What does "how easy it is to find" have to do with anything? You are ignoring that what makes sense changes with expansion of knowledge (note that as such, relative truth changes with it). The truth makes sense when you figure out what it is, so I object to the assertion "the truth often make little sense, if any", since the truth always makes sense, it's just that you don't have the sense to see it until your sense is reconfigured to see the truth. Worse, the truth is what you make it until mother nature (or other people) call your bluff, or reconfigure your senses such that something else makes sense, and thus your truth changes.

Why you might make sense of the truth you see, the sense you make might not be true.

By what standard? What is your "measuring stick" for truth?

Get off my cool aid motherf**ker.


:D
thanks.
what are you shitin about

It would seem I have a mole in my garden.
Have you come to make a mountain, mole? You sing sweetly of common sense and experience being the truest teachers. If that be the case, then heed your own advise. If others can see the play and you can not, who are you to call us blind? If others can hear the music yet you do not, who are you to call us deaf? Now, would one measure the oceans with a cup, or the tracts of space with a yardstick? The proper tool for the job, says I.

There is a time and a place for all things, mole. Here and now aren't yours. These mattes do not concern you, and your interuptions put me in mind of a child at the table while the adults attempt to make conversation on politics and such. Yet, like that child, i see you will not stop until given the answers. You have not the patience to look for yourself.

Ease to find has much to do with your claims, and as such the ado is not about nothing. When things make sense, they are obvious and so would the truth be if it did. Yet how many years has mankind struggled to find this truth? Obvious, it isn't.
Now go play in someone else's garden more. Stop tearing up mine.

Ahh..
The silence is broken and the wolf comes play. Dose the young wolf eye the old? Perhaps age has gotten to this wolf a bit much already. Though doggish I might have been in the past, no wolf am I. Ah, but what of the eye? Have you a pack that would interest the likes of me?
So the wandering minstrel woos ophelia and this troubles you. To what end do your songs to the moon go? Seek you council or company there, or do you look for more?
There is a hunter that worships the moon goddess. Soon he will be making a pilgrimage to show his devotion. What does this hunter see? A threat on his road, to be put down like a beast, or another who takes solace in her light and might be called friend?

As for this wandering minstrel and the sweet Ophelia, listen close to my words: A wolf is a noble beast. Be not deceived by Circe's spells, for truely it is she and not sweet Ophelia that you see. Let one snake find what it may in the company of another. The stars are not yet set in their path. Would you be the dog that begs for scraps or the wolf that leads his pack?

Your Ophelia might not know guilt for gold, so learn her lesson well. Are you so sure that your idyll idol be not an idol idol instead? Find a bitch that might run with you squarely.

man what the fuck are you talkin about :confused: :bugeye:

It would seem I have a mole in my garden.

So now you resort to namecalling? How is that constructive? If you'd like me to leave you alone, it's a request away.

Have you come to make a mountain, mole?

I came to see what you think and why you think it and contrast that against how I think and why I think it.

You sing sweetly of common sense and experience being the truest teachers.

I do? I don't remember singing. Is that why you're pissed? I didn't mean to hurt your ears.

If that be the case, then heed your own advise.

I always strive to.

If others can see the play and you can not, who are you to call us blind?

We all see our own play. I wonder how yours looks compared to mine. You have trinkets, I have trinkets. I like mine, I think yours are interesting. Then stimulate me to ask questions. You seem uncomfortable with that.

If others can hear the music yet you do not, who are you to call us deaf?

I didn't call you deaf, nor did I say you were wrong. I simply asked you questions no? I stated how I saw it and asked you questions.

Now, would one measure the oceans with a cup, or the tracts of space with a yardstick? The proper tool for the job, says I.

Well sure, but what if there is more to the ocean that the water in it? Get my drift? What if you see water, but someone else sees a microcosm, or just the salt? To me, there is value in comparing our measurements. If you don't want to be questioned, shouldn't you quit posting on a public forum?

There is a time and a place for all things, mole.

So you have written.

Here and now aren't yours.

Who are you to say? If you'd like me to discontinue posting in your thread, I'll stop out of respect for you. A simple request would suffice.

These mattes do not concern you, and your interuptions put me in mind of a child at the table while the adults attempt to make conversation on politics and such.

There is a special place in my heart for children who would ask questions as such. If the comment above is indicative of your perspective on such children, I fear for them if they come to be.

Yet, like that child, i see you will not stop until given the answers.

As I said, you could just ask. I don't want to step on your cool, but if I can't see it I don't know where to step.

You have not the patience to look for yourself.

You should consider how muddled that thought really is. I cannot see your thoughts unless I ask you of them. I have my own. Generally, my thoughts are stimulated by interacting with other people who have thoughts. Isn't that cool? To me, it's one of the coolest things about being alive.

Ease to find has much to do with your claims, and as such the ado is not about nothing.

LOL. So you characterize me as a simpleton? Does that make you feel better?

When things make sense, they are obvious and so would the truth be if it did.

I'm somewhat shocked that you cannot see the validity of my objection, but will not bother re-iterating at this point, as I don't think you care to hear it.

Yet how many years has mankind struggled to find this truth?

What is truth, has changed. You seem to think of truth as an absolute. I asked you to explain how it can be this way. I think you are missing something fundamentally important, you obviously feel similarly of me. So since I appreciate your perspective, I endeavor to see if it's possible for me to understand you, and try to present to you the way I see things, such that we might find a common language... and you call me a mole and imply I'm a simple child whom you should scold for asking about things he couldn't possible understand. IMO, this indicates that your superiority complex has you scoffing at the world. I think that's sad and that it will significantly limit you (maybe I'm wrong). You are part of the world you scoff at. Bah, I'll shutup now. I don't mean to offend, I mean to understand. Pardon if my attempts have upset you.

Obvious, it isn't.

Obviously to you, sure. We view truth differently. That must mean that I'm stupid eh?

Now go play in someone else's garden more.

I think you meant "mole", no?

Stop tearing up mine.

I have no intent of tearing up your garden. I thought we were comparing gardens.

Damn Morris you broke that shit down :eek:

*sigh*
So now you resort to namecalling? How is that constructive? If you'd like me to leave you alone, it's a request away.

In naming you a mole, I have done much constructive. In that one little word i have summed up much, and that is the way things are here. When you can see what it is that I speak of, and accept it for what it is, you are welcome to play in like form.

We play not tennis here. Take your racket elsewhere.

I came to see what you think and why you think it and contrast that against how I think and why I think it.

This is a place for civil conversation. Metaphysical askings aren't the nature of this place. If you wishto examine the contents of my head, please do so quietly.

I do? I don't remember singing. Is that why you're pissed? I didn't mean to hurt your ears.

Pissed? The mole thinks me pissy, does he?
Ha!
Remember the lesson. (lesson lesson) Different words mean different things. While you say speaks I hear sings. So let it be that he with the biggest thesaurus wins the day.

We all see our own play. I wonder how yours looks compared to mine. You have trinkets, I have trinkets. I like mine, I think yours are interesting. Then stimulate me to ask questions. You seem uncomfortable with that.

Dear god man, have you gone mad??
what ever are you babbling on about?
This is for insane ramblings, not maddened babblings.
I have no play but that I watch. Now shhhh..here comes the best part.

I didn't call you deaf, nor did I say you were wrong. I simply asked you questions no? I stated how I saw it and asked you questions.

What?!? Who's there? Speak up.. I can't quite her you.

Well sure, but what if there is more to the ocean that the water in it? Get my drift? What if you see water, but someone else sees a microcosm, or just the salt? To me, there is value in comparing our measurements. If you don't want to be questioned, shouldn't you quit posting on a public forum?

Reminds me of a saying I once heard a wise man mutter:
"weed is like salt when you're drowning in the desert."

Wesmole-is, if I am happy with my measurement and you are happy with yours, does it really matter who's is bigger?

Who are you to say? If you'd like me to discontinue posting in your thread, I'll stop out of respect for you. A simple request would suffice.

I only ask that you observe the clearly marked rules at the gate.

You should consider how muddled that thought really is. I cannot see your thoughts unless I ask you of them. I have my own. Generally, my thoughts are stimulated by interacting with other people who have thoughts. Isn't that cool? To me, it's one of the coolest things about being alive.

Its all there in between the black and white. Why ask if it is already given?
I should consider my muttering muddled? but of course! why else would they be here if that is not the case.

LOL. So you characterize me as a simpleton? Does that make you feel better?

NO, I characterized you as a mole. the addition of additional words will only add to your confusion.

I'm somewhat shocked that you cannot see the validity of my objection, but will not bother re-iterating at this point, as I don't think you care to hear it.

What bearance does validity have here?

What is truth, has changed. You seem to think of truth as an absolute. I asked you to explain how it can be this way. I think you are missing something fundamentally important, you obviously feel similarly of me. So since I appreciate your perspective, I endeavor to see if it's possible for me to understand you, and try to present to you the way I see things, such that we might find a common language... and you call me a mole and imply I'm a simple child whom you should scold for asking about things he couldn't possible understand. IMO, this indicates that your superiority complex has you scoffing at the world. I think that's sad and that it will significantly limit you (maybe I'm wrong). You are part of the world you scoff at. Bah, I'll shutup now. I don't mean to offend, I mean to understand. Pardon if my attempts have upset you.

IMO my HMO sucks, but that isn't the issue. You talk too much wesmoleis. First, seek to understand what has been written. Only then can you make a statement worth hearing here.

Obviously to you, sure. We view truth differently. That must mean that I'm stupid eh?

Well..if you say so, I'll not argue the point.

I have no intent of tearing up your garden. I thought we were comparing gardens.

Good god man, you haven't the foggiest.

Jesus christ man, it's like you're talking all crazy on me.

For once: Gendanken demands peace.

Be still, pilgrims. Drink the Oblivian waters cloaking these rivers that run through my garden.

No moons, no guilts, no gold. The gate reads "Insane Ramblings"...So:

Welcome to sciforum's delusional little cul-de-sac, dump your jeweled insanity here.


Translation: if you're going to start bitching or nagging and hairsplitting in here I'll be punching your skull in. Promise.

For once: Gendanken demands peace.

Be still, pilgrims. Drink the Oblivian waters cloaking these rivers that run through my garden.

No moons, no guilts, no gold. The gate reads "Insane Ramblings"...So:

Welcome to sciforum's delusional little cul-de-sac, dump your jeweled insanity here.


Translation: if you're going to start bitching or nagging and hairsplitting in here I'll be punching your skull in. Promise.

That..... was funny :D

I know.

Now shoo.

I know.

Now shoo.

nonchalent repartee

Ahh..
The silence is broken and the wolf comes play. Dose the young wolf eye the old? Perhaps age has gotten to this wolf a bit much already. Though doggish I might have been in the past, no wolf am I. Ah, but what of the eye? Have you a pack that would interest the likes of me?
So the wandering minstrel woos ophelia and this troubles you. To what end do your songs to the moon go? Seek you council or company there, or do you look for more?
There is a hunter that worships the moon goddess. Soon he will be making a pilgrimage to show his devotion. What does this hunter see? A threat on his road, to be put down like a beast, or another who takes solace in her light and might be called friend?

As for this wandering minstrel and the sweet Ophelia, listen close to my words: A wolf is a noble beast. Be not deceived by Circe's spells, for truely it is she and not sweet Ophelia that you see. Let one snake find what it may in the company of another. The stars are not yet set in their path. Would you be the dog that begs for scraps or the wolf that leads his pack?

Your Ophelia might not know guilt for gold, so learn her lesson well. Are you so sure that your idyll idol be not an idol idol instead? Find a bitch that might run with you squarely.

Snakes show wisdom enough to tempt Eve. Sibilant words but wise and true, and the apple is eaten. The devil does not lie, but tells only what he wants her to hear. Silly Eve, for those who know, but does she know herself? No, she must find out and therein lies her undoing. But is it better to be Eve, unknowing but curious, or Adam who will never know? Circe some name her, Ophelia others, but then she is both and neither.

All this talk of packs and moons, yet does the hunter know there are no wolves near? Does he hear a howl from afar and ready his bow? For the wolf on the shore the moon is but a reflection in the ocean, but his howl is heard for many miles. Council, company? What does a wolf see but that which might light his way? Does a wolf try to reach the moon, or is she only a friend in the night? Solace might be taken in simple things which do not seem so, but still the wolf cannot fly, nor does he fight the fight which serves no purpose.

One would wonder if wonder if Eve has enough wisdom to know wisdom from learning. Ancient tomes are full of wise words, yet that does not make them wise. She must find herself but, truly, this is common enough for us all. It is only unfortunate that the stars lay morning this before some. T'would be far kinder indeed if such a thing had never come to pass but paradise is a thing rarely found and even more rarely held.

Aye, the hunter often notches an arrow only to find it a lark in the bushes.Years of trickery and deception have left him quick to strike against such, yet still he pauses to be sure of his mark. Which is worse, to act to quickly against perceived threat, or to let his arrow fly too late?

So then, the wolf howls to the moon and the moon dost listen. All then is as nature would have it and as such is good. If wolves were to seek the stars, the same moon that lights his way would serve only to reveal his form to the hunter's eye.

As all is natural, the hunter sits by his fire seeking to chase away the chill and continues his pilgrimage. He sees no target near.

This thread would vindicate Nancy Reagan's assertion.

Asshole:
This thread would vindicate Nancy Reagan's assertion
Shutup. That's the first warning.


Insane Ramble:
Writers speak of the universe as planets embedded in a cloak of velvet black. Cloaks can serve as curtains and one wonders if a shiny sphere so close to earth can have one lowered down upon it. Like a burqua.

Is your warning system color-coded?

Sounds like my arrow struck it's intended target. :cool:

Trashmouth.

Keep fucking around little boy and you'll be choking on testicles soon.

Are you auditioning for the part of "Spookz's homo-erotic sidekick" now that he got himself banned? :D

Are you auditioning for the part of "Spookz's homo-erotic sidekick" now that he got himself banned? :D

If you had any clue what was going on here, you might actually be able to say something worth hearing. Its rather obvious, however, that you do not.
If this be the cave, you are still chained to the wall. Realise that, and that being done, look for the keys that you might free yourself with. The light is there. You just have to learn how to see.

Insane Ramble:
Writers speak of the universe as planets embedded in a cloak of velvet black. Cloaks can serve as curtains and one wonders if a shiny sphere so close to earth can have one lowered down upon it. Like a burqua.

The winds that howl and the cold the bites are only shadows compared to the chll that creeps over one's heart when such a curtain is drawn closed. To chill the moon isn't the purpose nor the reason that this wind blows.

The wind you see is only that. It is powerless to hold, to grasp, to caress. It lacks form, and often only has its own howling to keep it company. Powerless, it slowly drives itslef mad with the sound of it's own voice.

To blow in a different direction, to a physical inception is its only wish.
But the miles to go are long and time, it slips along.
It's own company slowly driving it insane.

Only the moon's light might let this wind see where exactly it is blowing to.
I only hope that the moon will wax again...

Two sisters, alike and not, swim a river of knowledge, and the current is strong. Helpless in knowing, they are pulled towards that which neither knows but both sense danger there. There are those on the shore extending branches, and both reach out for them, but they know those branches are not of wood but air. Destruction this way and that way, death in choice or no choice. There is a man on the bank whose clothing is wet, and once he spoke but now stands mute. He knows he has no branch. His smile is cruel for those who hold branches of air, and yet he knows they will be the saviours where he was not if the sisters grasp them. His smile becomes crueller still when turned inward.

take your existence, and shape it into one unknown. the sureity of time is best felt through devices of ire. lives of laughter, tears of solace, find you caught and buried in avalanches of emotions. multitudes seek hope from blasphemous divinity. can this be the ultimate expression of all that is great? or is it blinded excess? openess is dead and images form themselves, images without reality as their guide. the strange and surreal seem to make life of them, working them into pictures of another night.

!5of19:
Are you auditioning for the part of "Spookz's homo-erotic sidekick" now that he got himself banned
Eat my shit, little boy. Keep at it and I swear to you you'll be cramping tonight.

Mephura:
Only the moon's light might let this wind see where exactly it is blowing to.
I only hope that the moon will wax again...

The moonspeak makes a girl where a woman cries to bloom. Lazy spheres make for lazy muses getting fat of their bon bons dangling up there like a milk saucer put up there by a lunatic.

Not moon- but Io, that tiny sphere way yonder spewing lava. The cosmic mouse that roars.


Fenrishio:
Two sisters, alike and not, swim a river of knowledge, and the current is strong. Helpless in knowing, they are pulled towards that which neither knows but both sense danger there. There are those on the shore extending branches, and both reach out for them, but they know those branches are not of wood but air. Destruction this way and that way, death in choice or no choice. There is a man on the bank whose clothing is wet, and once he spoke but now stands mute. He knows he has no branch. His smile is cruel for those who hold branches of air, and yet he knows they will be the saviours where he was not if the sisters grasp them. His smile becomes crueller still when turned inward.

Vultures bring pestilence. Its only the gnarl of his claw out to one sister that from afar pardodies the branch the wolf sees. In the pearly confines of things digital does the claw ape nature with distance, and she lies there not knowing the branch will ensnare.

Its a tricky thing for one sibling to suck the sweets of his music, and a skunky menance in the other not knowing better.

Transaltion: Fucking women.

Stand mute, but don't blush. Stand taller.

Good god man, you haven't the foggiest.
“Whence comes wisdom?” I ask, as if I could tear it from the page before me.
All my knowledge comes from dreams.
Eos wakes, with her crystalline light, me from my deep slumber.
Knowledge shatters as the world is infused with color and sharp edges.
Whence comes virtue? It resides not in the pages before me.
Truth lies in darkness, deep inside, else we remain nescient.
Befuddled by detail, contrast, and illusion
grasped too firmly, understanding is his barrier.
Or perhpaps it is mine.

~Raithere

::cringe:
Herd them up, tie them up, shut them up and throw every last one of them into the Grand Canyon.

Dearprudence and all the women behind her.

Christ why me...
It would seem that some are so caught up in the idea, and the brown nosing, to give any clear thought to the time and space that they bother to consume.
And so we decide to take it on our selves.....
*le sigh*
its time to rend from limb to limb, and let only the pure remain.

assuming theres no point to this thread

I AM THE ANGEL OF DEATH, the time of purification is at hand!!!!!

well, it got moved basically at the same time that someone replied, maybe it was assumed to be ok as long as no-one actually replied...

I don´t think anyone takes up the work of looking through all the old threads to move them :D

And now listen to me!
Bow down to the almighty and ultimate force in the universe!
Bow down to CHAOS!
You cannot escape CHAOS, you cannot ban it from your lifes!
So go out and spread CHAOS!

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Now, who thinks I am sane? :D

!LANRETE SI SOAHC FO NGIER EHT

Actually, there is a point to this thread for those with eyes enough to see it.
judging from the above, i would guess that isn't you.

Dreamwalker,

How come that in that CHAOS! CHAOS! there is a vertical blank line in the middle of that text ... separating the chaotic text ... as if God took the upper hand ... and started making order.

Spooky.

Ah, maybe it's just the tabs.

on the vertical line, i just think it funny that the lines actually from a neat pattern (moving a bit further left each time) thereby, promoting order, not chaos

That only happens because this programm tries to force order onto chaos. Just like the small minds of you puny humans! :mad:

"That only happens because this programm tries to force order onto chaos. Just like the small minds of you puny humans!"

tries?? id say it succeded fairly well, wouldnt you?

To some level it succeeds, yes. But I still can write things that are not put into order :D

ohscoashcos
a ch aoschasoc ahcoahcoahsoas hoashoiahohoh
ohasohaohacoahoashoa
shcoashoa choh
oshcosh caochaochsa ohhco saheohjsa o
djgihwa oheoiah
oidghdsoighsa oiheoihjhohjoitj3rke
jfkljoicjasoieore udsoiuasoirh
jeojdoiashjdsk
gjdsoifhjdsoirh
ewfohgochasoidhjofhdsaoihoifhakd
sfishfidsghdso
sf eaf+dsf´ grj gdg g
sdgks fdgdfoihjohpgjhopüfk
hbgfühkgfhügfhkgfüh

dgr´tß4etez dfh+

trh tr
h554

you see?

i dont see, for, i cant repeat exactly what you said, surely this defies chaos, and starts order

ohscoashcos
a ch aoschasoc ahcoahcoahsoas hoashoiahohoh
ohasohaohacoahoashoa
shcoashoa choh
oshcosh caochaochsa ohhco saheohjsa o
djgihwa oheoiah
oidghdsoighsa oiheoihjhohjoitj3rke
jfkljoicjasoieore udsoiuasoirh
jeojdoiashjdsk
gjdsoifhjdsoirh
ewfohgochasoidhjofhdsaoihoifhakd
sfishfidsghdso
sf eaf+dsf´ grj gdg g
sdgks fdgdfoihjohpgjhopüfk
hbgfühkgfhügfhkgfüh

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h554

Dunno, you might just be copying chaos. :D

choas is uncopyable, otherwise it wouldnt be chaos

Mmh, Ok, then it looks like you copy insane rambling :D
http://www.cheesebuerger.de/smilies/boese/11.gif

isnt that the point of this thread???

Do you think that if I decied to go insane right now -- would that stop me from getting insane?

How should I know, I am insane for 4 years running :D

rosa, i dont think its possible to decide to become insane

and thanks to this post, i have contributed at least 1 post to the 12 most recently used threads in the cesspool, im proud

I can't believe I hadn't posted in this thread yet...A thread made especially for me.

what a shite.

I noticed that I am a regular thread killer.

I often end up with the last post in a thread. It is nice to have talent in something I guess.

so tempting to ignore that post just to annoy you, but ill be nice

out of curiousity, is it really a bad thing to kill a 'insane ramblings' thread???

out of curiousity, is it really a bad thing to kill a 'insane ramblings' thread???

Yes, it is an act of satan inspired evilness.

hey everyone, lets ignore the topic and spurious will think he killed the convo

Nah, where else should I write down my insane ramblings?

!LANRETE SI SOAHC FO NGIER EHT

hey everyone, lets ignore the topic and spurious will think he killed the convo

ok...............

i wrote no such thing... :P

ohoh, don´t deny. I was a wittness. :p

i wrote no such thing... :P

you didn't even change it yet...

Perhaps he hopes that no one wil notice. Better quote it some more:

hey everyone, lets ignore the topic and spurious will think he killed the convo hey everyone, lets ignore the topic and spurious will think he killed the convo hey everyone, lets ignore the topic and spurious will think he killed the convo hey everyone, lets ignore the topic and spurious will think he killed the convo hey everyone, lets ignore the topic and spurious will think he killed the convo

im a stupid moron, and my but smells, and i like to kiss my own but

yeah, thats right!!!!

And how I like to kiss my smelly butt. You just cannot imagine how much fun it is.

I also like to stick my head up my smelly butt, that´s even better.

http://www.michelvanrijn.com/artnews/images/18-06-2003/head-in-ass.jpg

wow...you could make a living in the circus if you can do that.

If I manage not to suffocate or puke. :D

puke into your own asshole...

somehow that makes sense

I just think that it is somewhat disgusting... especially if your head is sticking in there. :rolleyes:

I meant more that it is a closed loop of waste recycling. In that sense it makes sense (in an environmental way)

i dont think it does spurious, shitting into your mouth would creat a loop, puking into yur arse would just create mess

I also like to stick my head up my smelly butt, that´s even better.

http://www.michelvanrijn.com/artnews/images/18-06-2003/head-in-ass.jpg
Do you also say hello and see if it echos?

No, no echo. But I always feel like shit after I have done that stunt :D

Hmmm I'm sure... Well I think you've just given new meaning to the term brown noser:D

hooray! hooray!

"Well I think you've just given new meaning to the term brown noser"
not really, brown noser already had that meaning

Bells,

That pic seems vaguely reminiscent of the possible final stages of your avatar. Are you beginning to experience the initial stages of head up the ass syndrome? :D I wonder what a chiropracter would make of that? :p

Ohhh, my beautiful picture disappeared :( Just too bad.

Just a quick question, am I the first one whose post was edited in the cesspool? ´Cause it was, in the "oddest porn" thread. (Ok, perhaps the editing was justified :rolleyes:) But still, was I the first one who got edited down here?

Ahh, crap, Alain got edited before me... :(

maybe it was a glitch in the matrix?

What? the editing? No, I did see that coming. But I hoped I would be the first who got edited in the cesspool, because you have to try hard to accomplish that I think.

Ah well, here, another ass :D

http://www.die-sauerlaender.de/Grafik/funpic/ass.jpg

Are those stretch pants? I mean, is his head wrapped with his pants in his ass, or did he brake through his pants and is munching away on his own ass chocolate cookies right now?

I think those pants have an extra long zipper :D

At least he got his tie out of the way...

It would be a shame to ruin such a perfect grey tie.

what post of mine got edited???

Look in the "oddest porn" thread.

can do - down with 10 character limit crap

damn...I didn't kill this thread.

hey dreamwalker, i wasnt the first, dr lou beet me by 1 minute, damm!!!

Damn that Dr Lou. He rules.

Bells,

That pic seems vaguely reminiscent of the possible final stages of your avatar. Are you beginning to experience the initial stages of head up the ass syndrome? I wonder what a chiropracter would make of that?
No invert, I am experiencing the after effects of head up arse syndrome:D. The chiropractor loved me. I think my fees put a pool in his yard and his kids through private school. That pic is my arse after my head had vacated the spot. As you can see, it's regained it's shape well enough... ;)

Ah, look, both my ass pictures are working again. :D

Yo Bells, you needed a chiropractor for that? I can do it whenever I like.

Yo Bells, you needed a chiropractor for that? I can do it whenever I like.
Ah but you're probably a 'youngin' :p. When you get to my ripe old age... bones and joints aren't that flexible anymore:(.

Believe me, when you're down there, the last thing you want to hear is a *crack*... for obvious reasons.. :eek:

Once an oasis, now a stagnant pond in a cesspool.

Will the moon shine here again and make it a cool lake, or will she only peep from the clouds and show the weeds in harsh white light? I wondered if a new pond might not be better, but thought there was magic in this pool once, and might be again.

He was home in darkness, once. Only a multitude of stars, tiny points of light in a curtain of blackness serving no purpose other than to give him enough light to see the world he ran in. But he grew thirsty, and needed to drink. Once, the clouds parted and he saw the moon. He paused in his wandering, wondering at this new thing he hadn't seen before. He howled and knew it heard, and he drank from the waters she showed him. Many saw the white light of the moon as cold, and hard... but he understood the warmth of the moon, its company on dark nights, and how it dispelled shadows.
The moon knew he was drinking and wanted to see who it was in her light - but he was a black wolf, and even in her light hard to see. Instinct told him to hunt from the shadows. Instinct learned while he was a cub, and he was no longer young. Hard instinct, and sharp, forged in the fires of experience. And a wolf is nothing if not wary - and proud.

He was looking for the moon, too. But he'd put his nose to the ground, followed the trail, and one day he realised his light had moved. Looked up and saw that the clouds had drawn over her and he had not seen it in his hunt, forgotten her in his concentration. He thought he saw a deer in the distance. Deer are fast, and light. Faster than he, he knew. He wondered if she knew that he had not seen the deer until he saw her light on it. He saw his blackness, and how it had hidden him from her. He knew he could never be a white wolf... but he wondered if black could become grey, and perhaps, one day, silver. Wondered if the moon might not show herself to him as a white
wolf, and run with him.

He waits now, to see if the clouds will part again, and her light shine to light his trail once more.

why do folks hate me so?

dont take it personally, your just the person we hate :D

Compulsion makes you listen:


For my bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.

This, from "The Season in Hell", by Arthur Rimbaud, to be at the beginning of any proper "insane rambling":



"You will stay a hyena, etc...," shouts the demon who once crowned me with such pretty poppies. "Seek death with all your desires, and all selfishness, and all the Seven Deadly Sins."

Ah ! I've taken too much of that : - still, dear Satan, don't look so annoyed, I beg you ! And while waiting for a few belated cowardices, since you value in a writer all lack of descriptive or didactic flair, I pass you these few foul pages from the diary of a Damned Soul.




As translated by Paul Schmidt, and published in 1976 by Harper Colophon Books, Harper & Row.

Hah, the surest sign of insanity is when one starts talking to oneself.

Yup, I am talking to myself. I wonder how far I'll come.

Not far I think. Why, do you try to make yourself insane as a justification for posting here? :D

Bah, Dreamy. Are you actively trying to prevent me from going mad?

Should I encourage it? http://www.cheesebuerger.de/smilies/verbluefft/52.gif

Uh, Andy deleted his post ...

Anyhow and whatnot, I would be most joyously delighted if I could actually produce some indeed insane ramblings. It seems that the human brain is preoccupied with order and finding patterns -- and this, immediately, excludes any chances of proper insanity. I wonder what one would have to do to become insane. Maybe it is not something one does, maybe one cannot make oneself insane. Maybe this just happens -- or not. As if by a higher power.

Well, it can happen after two bottles of whiskey. :D

Otherwise, I suppose you have to wreck your brain in some way.

I don't drink whiskey.

As for wrecking my brain somehow: How about banging my head against the wall?
Oh, I might just as well study for my Historische Grammatik der Deutschen Sprache exam. That ought to do it with my brain.

Hmm, I think both options could be successful.