The Rant!

[Hugo Pickle]

The Rant!

My thoughts about things right now. Yeah, it’s off topic, but only from a certain point of view.

Take a swim into the feelings of others and you quickly become glad that your little swimming pool isn’t a murky, shark infested ocean without end. Boldly crashing the thoughts of truth into the mirrors of life turns you into a swelling oak tree of honesty. Subtly, the more you become the tree, the more immobilizing it is to bend and sway to the rhythm of the wind. Consciously, I have to remind myself to drink more water and struggle to remain flexible, ever fearing the frequent storms that arise from the horizon of life without warning.

Pouring into myself like a damn about to break, I become a distant memory to my former naive self. Who is this new person that I’m becoming that I’ve never met in real life? I kind of like him, except for the fact that I worry that he is going to steal my girl and leave her broken hearted along the road of empty dreams.

[misombra]

but trees are the most able to bend and sway with the wind.

[Hugo Pickle]

It’s a simple take off on the idea (in martial arts) that states that it is best to be a blade of grass, instead of the mighty oak. For the when a sudden wind blows the blade of grass it will bend and survive intact, but the mighty oak, so rigid and inflexible in its ways, gets many branches broken.

[TAVS]

Damn it; how is a redneck like me suppose to have a clue what you said?

[Lloyd95]

Don't worry TAVS, it wasn't worth the read.

[Converse]

.........@.............

Tumble weed.

[Tone]

.........@.............

Tumble weed.

(LOL!)

*crickets chirping*

[Hugo Pickle]

This is how to make yourself a "Horny F*cker"

1 Hornsby's Draft Cider (The Horney Part)
3/4 shot of Apple Vodka (The F*cker Part)
1/4 shot of melon Liquor

If you want to be more of a "F*cker", then just add more Apple Vodka...

[RSK]

The Rant!

My thoughts about things right now, yeah it’s off topic but only from a certain point of view.

Take a swim into the feelings of others and you quickly become glad that your little swimming pool isn’t a murky, shark infested ocean without end. Boldly crashing the thoughts of truth into the mirrors of life turns you into a swelling oak tree of honesty. Subtly, the more you become the tree, the more immobilizing it is to bend and sway to the rhythm of the wind. Consciously, I have to remind myself to drink more water and struggle to remain flexible, ever fearing the frequent storms that arise from the horizon of life without warning.

Pouring into myself like a damn about to break, I become a distant memory to my former naive self. Who is this new person that I’m becoming that I’ve never met in real life? I kind of like him except for the fact that I worry that he is going to steal my girl and leave her broken hearted along the road of empty dreams.

hmmmmm.......


Your vent reminds me of the time, when I felt like a lemon slice.

There I was, in the grocery store. Next to the Oranges on the left. They shelved me in the corner, they don't care about me! But the Oranges, OH, they get the ENTIRE front row............

.........almost as if they PURPOSLY sit me next to them, so I can see how useless I am. Rumours float around this place ALL the time! A lime once told me, that if 'CHOSEN' off the shelves, you are taken to heaven...

...and if not. then they ship you to the unwanted crater. And the 'others' replace you. They are waiting in line, and if you don't make the grade, your out, and the new guy takes your place!

Well, I was the veteran lemmon, and finally i got CHOSEN!!! It was a dinner party. They sliced me up, and put me in a coca cola beverage. Then, i mixed in with the coca cola and ice cubes, and then proceeded down a 'tunnel'....

...was this the tunnel to heaven?????????????????



anyways, it was dark, and it was a FUN RIDE DOWN FOR SURE!!! so, i am being 'escorted' into these tubules, almost as if i'm in a rollercoaster, and the tracks are leading me 'up the elevation'.....


....there i am!!! at the TOP of the hill. There's only ONE way, and that's DOWN..................


........i see a large white rings, and clear crystal water in a bowl type opening......

.........HEAVEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[carpflounder]

Nooboo wah sinakay!!!

Dis Gweld maves is slaphead up frotoge en wooka-dis now! Plika a shtick. Argalaak Ka Friabai moarsh doove, meena far laden. Abalah ooh mea-gufaaw? Uunch said deh kaalah.

[Hugo Pickle]

Drink, drink, drink away...only to find some other day arriving all to suddenly and without proper preparation. Unprepared, I smash into the glass doors of fate, left bruised and wondering why they were so invisible to me. Another lifted weight, another mile on the treadmill, is it all worth it? I can only hope so, because the end is too far away to comprehend.

Water cleanses they say, but right now, I just want to taste the pleasure of dirt. Like a pig in slop, I slosh around oblivious to the outside world of hustled haste.

[Hugo Pickle]

Sleep...the true jewel of a tranquil life. Awake, I sit wishing for a peaceful sleep while valiantly priding myself in managing to avoid the necessity of it. Am I living to the fullest or just fooling myself like fishermen waiting for the “Big Catch” while it sits lifeless in the freezer of some nameless grocery store? But, I am getting paid for doing it, or so I tell myself to reinforce the choice to sacrifice it for some hopeful, greater good.

“Ahhh, its all just bullshit…” I say to avoid the realization that my choice may have been a mistake. But **** it, let’s really go down the blackened hole of introspection this time. What the hell. “Know Thyself, that’s the goal...” or so I am encouraged to believe. How else is this possible if I don’t blather out the vomit of self doubt and inner desires in order to pick through the corn and peanuts sifting for pieces of gold, somehow swallowed and forgotten?

“Danger, Will Robinson, the inner aliens are crawling out.” What’s the point? Will anyone ever really be happy? Ignorance is bliss, so why do I strive to avoid ignorance so much? Maybe it’s just that I love misery and it keeps me company. But I don’t feel miserable?

Life…so wonderful…so strange…so glorious, and yet, beyond mortal understanding. I love it so; I am so addicted to the smell and taste of this gift that I didn’t earn. The guilt of it all will consume me if I let it. What shall I do tomorrow? I feel like never going to sleep…what if I miss something that changes me forever? Will some fleeting glint of understanding pass me by if I let my mind fall into the spiral of fantastic dreams?

I hope not…

[Hugo Pickle]

I see a vision of some distant hope inside me. Soon, all too soon, I will have changed my life beyond anything I’ve ever done before. Rant I shall, without cause or reason, to a hapless multitude. No purpose to fulfill other than my own curiosity at exploring the bewildering possibilities of jade idols falling from the sky. Taking chances on strange coincidences in my life, I find that confidence increases with every bold move that I take. Reward truly is a measure of the level of risk that you take. Here, I spell out the exposition of my own mind, however naked it makes me to others unknown, hoping that it benefits me in some unseen way. It’s all completely coherent from where I sit.

A dog is wagging its tail and is glad to see me and that I’ve returned. I pet the dog and set down my items of purchase in order to grasp hold of its face within my hands. I bend down closer to the dog to better soak in the pleasure of its gleeful company. Oblivious to true thought, the dog just quietly attempts the same. “You’re a dumb animal, and you have no clue what love really is” I slowly say to the dog with all sincerity and mournful pity. It doesn’t know what it’s missing, the poor creature.

I go out into the world again to one of my usual places of patronage and I watch the hominid ants scamper about performing their daily tasks. I wonder to myself how many of them are, in practice, no different than the dog. How many of them have a clue as to what love really is? The mournful pity returns as I imagine myself standing upon a platform shouting to the masses of ants, “Wake up you fools”, “Your life is quickly passing you by.”, “Don’t you realize how much you’ve yet to learn?”

[Tone]

What the hell is going on here.

[carpflounder]

Reward truly is a measure of the level of risk that you take. Here, I spell out the exposition of my own mind, however naked it makes me to others unknown, hoping that it benefits me in some unseen way. It’s all completely coherent from where I sit.

Burnee hmmmmm...ad-tropesh mayabeelui today kodara at hm.....Leeray. Wetto gweld oh liden. Estoofla des flark. No Dala.

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