bjack on 4/3/2016 at 20:10
Discuss. Such as, "My dick is covered in fungus." Or, "She had to extract the spores from her ear canal." How about, "Mold makes a great parting gift!"
nobodyinparticular on 4/3/2016 at 20:27
Hi-V
bjack on 4/3/2016 at 21:44
When does HD-HIV come out? Will it work with my 4K TV? Will a low pass filter help? Low Stress - Syphilis? At your local 7-11 now, Herpes Slurpies! If I'm flying into Laguardia, will I get giardia? I need to know. There is some purulent smell in the room. I trying to record some new tunes and they all suck. I blame the tyrants of the 19th century for my troubles. Tic Temper Surrealist. Will that kick start this? Thanks nobodyinparticular. More?
bjack on 4/3/2016 at 21:45
I love that Koyla! Remember the one where the guy takes one puff and looks in the mirror, only to see himself as a purple dragon? Or the gas burner that looks like a carnation?
I feel I am in a room with no one but me and even I do not find my shit funny. Then I laugh a little and smile. Have at it. Please, if you hate me, speak up! If you want to ignore me... do so, but I will be ever so crushed. Actually, I do appreciate the likes. I understand the dislikes. I even try as I might to understand and take in the hates. Make no mistake. I love this place. I am still here. I am trying to get some more traffic for CommChat. Speak up! Shit on my stuff or praise it. Do Something! OK, the time zone thing may be a problem.
Take care all. Meanwhile, I'll be lost in YouTube videos.
Tocky on 5/3/2016 at 04:13
I wouldn't be as worried about the dragon as I would the enormous penis it is trailing if I were her.
Weed hell. That's salvia.
bjack on 5/3/2016 at 04:45
Tick tock around the block. Free form people! State your business. Don't be shy! Stick the needle right in our eyes. Be bold. Not so cold. Be alive. Not so old... State your peace or piece as it may. I am open to ideas. Not that it matters what the fuck I think. What matters is you and your interaction with the world. Love it, be it, do it. Live it and don't stop until you can't do it anymore. Thanks PigLick. Thanks Krylon Stain. Keep it coming. Post post post. IT IS ALIVE!!! Sorry, I don't have a Tesla coil in the background for affect, (shit) or is it effect? Yes, effect. At this point I do not care. Post away. Please. Say anything. Your dog took his first crap on the lawn. You cat eats your hamster's poop. Your daughter does not have the clap after all. Anything. We are starving! Please any tid bit! I am losing my mind! And as Nick Lowe said, "And so it goes and so it goes and so it goes and so it goes ... And where it's going no one knows..." Anyone?
Tocky on 5/3/2016 at 05:52
Okay. When I was 18 and fresh out of high school me and a buddy did an enormous quantity of shrooms and headed for Sardis lake. On the way we had to pee and so pulled over near a barn and plowed field. It was a moon lit night and we began to stare at the barn. Suddenly we could not tell if it was a new brick home with a garage and a beach ball next to a water spigot on a freshly mown lawn or the dilapidated old barn we originally thought.
As we walked across the hard surface of the field it felt as if we were on that of another planet. The moon made the rained on then sun baked to a homogeneous crust of solidified clods fairly glow. Half way there we heard the beat of a great pair of wings pass over head though strain as we might we saw nothing. The sky was cloudless and full of stars so there should have been some outline. Out of nowhere and all bounds of reason we heard a great SKEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRONK! The phrase "no but what the hell is that" was repeated a lot as I recall. It flew around us several times making that noise as we speculated what species of invisible bird it was. When it had gone we continued on.
It was a barn after all. No brick house or beach ball.
We've laughed and wondered about that night many times and thought perhaps it is possible to so influence another during such an experience that perception itself conforms to expectation. Still though, I keep thinking how we heard the beat of wings and looked at one another at the same moment. Then too there is the fact that I drove that road twenty years later and came upon that very bend. There where the barn once stood was a new brick home with a garage just as I had seen it that night. The spigot was in the same place and only the beach ball was missing.
bjack on 5/3/2016 at 06:22
Yes. Great story Tocky. Interconnection is an interesting phenomenon with mushrooms. One tends to be able to "connect" with others that are frying. Don't over think it. Just live it, be it , do it. WTF, I am trying to the Timothy Leary now? Ha ha. Great story though. Thanks for sharing that. :)
Tocky on 5/3/2016 at 06:44
I recall we could feel the weight of light upon our skin when the dome light came on in the car though I maintained it was a photo- electrical stimulus of skin nerves. I likely have too many of those stories. I can still talk with him about anything under the sun with no reservation what so ever though. We know each other to the core of our psyches.
Nighty night.
