10/9c
#21
(04-04-2014, 12:20 PM)milo Wrote:  
(04-04-2014, 12:13 PM)Erthona Wrote:  
(04-04-2014, 11:10 AM)milo Wrote:  It's quite disgusting, actually, the way this kid was spoilt. The closest we got to seeing a movie was when we snuck in on lunch break from 15 hour shifts at the tire factory to scrape the gum off the floors for our lunch.


You had lunch and you've been inside a building? You blighters, you was living it up, you was!

You were allowed outside?

Outside? Hell no. We was kept chained in a cave digging out tinsel from the tinsel veins. If you didn't meet quota, they'd cut your air supply in half until ya did. But that was when times was good!
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?

The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
Reply
#22
(04-04-2014, 12:25 PM)Erthona Wrote:  
(04-04-2014, 12:20 PM)milo Wrote:  
(04-04-2014, 12:13 PM)Erthona Wrote:  You had lunch and you've been inside a building? You blighters, you was living it up, you was!

You were allowed outside?

Outside? Hell no. We was kept chained in a cave digging out tinsel from the tinsel veins. If you didn't meet quota, they'd cut your air supply in half until ya did. But that was when times was good!

That sounds like heaven compared to the tire factory. We begged for chains so we wouldn't fall into the pits of smouldering rubber and they just gave them to you!!?? We begged to have our air cut in half to give our lungs a break from the smoke-fouled air and you got that even though you were clearly misbehaving??!! SMH
Reply
#23
(04-04-2014, 12:32 PM)milo Wrote:  
(04-04-2014, 12:25 PM)Erthona Wrote:  
(04-04-2014, 12:20 PM)milo Wrote:  You were allowed outside?

Outside? Hell no. We was kept chained in a cave digging out tinsel from the tinsel veins. If you didn't meet quota, they'd cut your air supply in half until ya did. But that was when times was good!

That sounds like heaven compared to the tire factory. We begged for chains so we wouldn't fall into the pits of smouldering rubber and they just gave them to you!!?? We begged to have our air cut in half to give our lungs a break from the smoke-fouled air and you got that even though you were clearly misbehaving??!! SMH


You got smoke-fouled air, you mean your air had a smell, and you had heat? Despite the fact we were in a glacier, we were kept naked so we wouldn't run away, because it often occurred we'd get so skinny from lack of food, we could slip through the chains. I guess they were afraid we might sneak up the mine shaft and absorb some of their precious heat from the tiny stove they kept going night and day, burning our freeze-dried feces!

.
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?

The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
Reply
#24
(04-04-2014, 01:17 PM)Erthona Wrote:  
(04-04-2014, 12:32 PM)milo Wrote:  
(04-04-2014, 12:25 PM)Erthona Wrote:  Outside? Hell no. We was kept chained in a cave digging out tinsel from the tinsel veins. If you didn't meet quota, they'd cut your air supply in half until ya did. But that was when times was good!

That sounds like heaven compared to the tire factory. We begged for chains so we wouldn't fall into the pits of smouldering rubber and they just gave them to you!!?? We begged to have our air cut in half to give our lungs a break from the smoke-fouled air and you got that even though you were clearly misbehaving??!! SMH


You got smoke-fouled air, you mean your air had a smell, and you had heat? Despite the fact we were in a glacier, we were kept naked so we wouldn't run away, because it often occurred we'd get so skinny from lack of food, we could slip through the chains. I guess they were afraid we might sneak up the mine shaft and absorb some of their precious heat from the tiny stove they kept going night and day, burning our freeze-dried feces!

.

That glacier sounds wonderful compared to the sweltering temperatures of the tire factory. /AND/ you were allowed to shit??!! What a bunch of ingrates!
Reply
#25
(04-04-2014, 01:24 PM)milo Wrote:  
(04-04-2014, 01:17 PM)Erthona Wrote:  
(04-04-2014, 12:32 PM)milo Wrote:  That sounds like heaven compared to the tire factory. We begged for chains so we wouldn't fall into the pits of smouldering rubber and they just gave them to you!!?? We begged to have our air cut in half to give our lungs a break from the smoke-fouled air and you got that even though you were clearly misbehaving??!! SMH


You got smoke-fouled air, you mean your air had a smell, and you had heat? Despite the fact we were in a glacier, we were kept naked so we wouldn't run away, because it often occurred we'd get so skinny from lack of food, we could slip through the chains. I guess they were afraid we might sneak up the mine shaft and absorb some of their precious heat from the tiny stove they kept going night and day, burning our freeze-dried feces!

.

That glacier sounds wonderful compared to the sweltering temperatures of the tire factory. /AND/ you were allowed to shit??!! What a bunch of ingrates!

We weren't allowed, were told to point our buttocks toward them and spread our cheeks, then they cored us, just like aliens do cows, only they didn't have the kindness to kill us first.
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?

The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
Reply
#26
My aunt Beth grew up in Austin and claims she sold acid to Roky Erickson.
I don't believe her.
                                                                                                                a brightly colored fungus that grows in bark inclusions
Reply
#27
More likely the reverse. Roky had Owsley in his back pocket. Or so I heard, I of course wouldn't know anything first hand! Smile

"I know you, you've been to the weenie roast!"

Quote from inmate at Austin State Hospital, who had gone to the weenie roast via LSD and never returned. Claimed he could see the blue electricity moving around and behind the electrical outlet.

I never did drugs myself, but the one time I did LSD I died. It was a real bummer. Dying, not a fan, just my personal opinion, don't want to upset any pro-deathers out there...way out there.


dale
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?

The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
Reply
#28
(04-04-2014, 02:58 PM)Erthona Wrote:  More likely the reverse. Roky had Owsley in his back pocket. Or so I heard, I of course wouldn't know anything first hand! Smile

"I know you, you've been to the weenie roast!"

Quote from inmate at Austin State Hospital, who had gone to the weenie roast via LSD and never returned. Claimed he could see the blue electricity moving around and behind the electrical outlet.

I never did drugs myself, but the one time I did LSD I died. It was a real bummer. Dying, not a fan, just my personal opinion, don't want to upset any pro-deathers out there...way out there.


dale


Aye, you tell that to the kids today and they wouldn’t believe you.
Reply
#29
(04-04-2014, 02:58 PM)Erthona Wrote:  I never did drugs myself, but the one time I did LSD I died. It was a real bummer. Dying, not a fan, just my personal opinion, don't want to upset any pro-deathers out there...way out there.
dale
My aunt says you should never take it on an empty stomach
as hunger induces negative death trips. (Evidently positive
ones are just fine.) She always took a few peanut butter
and jelly sandwiches with her when she went tripping.
She also says that eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
while you're on acid is problematic. But then, she's the one
who says she sold acid to Roky Erickson.
                                                                                                                a brightly colored fungus that grows in bark inclusions
Reply
#30
Youth is no respecter of age...as it has always been. There's one man who can understand it by reading about it, two men who can understand it by hearing about it, and the other 97 just have to touch the electric fence (and then, I don't like having to tell this, but there's about 7% that like it so much they won't let go until it kills them)!
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?

The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
Reply
#31
(04-04-2014, 10:53 AM)Erthona Wrote:  
(04-04-2014, 05:48 AM)milo Wrote:  [quote='Carousal' pid='159641' dateline='1396558015']

Christ, you two haven’t escaped from a Python sketch by any chance?

You were lucky to live in a shoe box. We lived in a brown paper bag. All 300 of us! Got up at 6 a.m., ate a crust of stale bread, and worked in the mills for 12 hours. When we got home Dad would beat us and put us to bed with no dinner.

Well you were lucky! We used to get up at 3 a.m., strain the lake clean with our teeth, eat a cup of hot gravel, work 15 hours int the mill and when we got home our Dad would beat us about the head and shoulders with a broken beer bottle and use us for kitty litter.

You were lucky to get beat. We begged dad to beat us but he just sent us to bed with no beating for night after night.

"a Python sketch" is it, oh..look whose mister big and fancy, must have been pretty rich to get to see a "a Python sketch". Did your rich mumzie and daddy take you to see a movie at the big fancy theatre where only royalty and rich people can go. And did your mumzie and daddy tuck in the wee little babe at night and read ya some sopping bed time story? You make me want to puke!Angry


.

/quote]


Oh dear, not up to your usual standard of diction is it, pricked a little bubble have we?
Never mind get a good nights sleep and I’m sure you'll be back to normal, dropping those enlightening pearls of wisdom to all of your admiring acolytes.
Reply
#32
"Oh dear, not up to your usual standard of diction is it, pricked a little bubble have we?
Never mind get a good nights sleep and I’m sure you'll be back to normal, dropping those enlightening pearls of wisdom to all of your admiring acolytes."

I got no acolytes. I had'em once, but I went to the doctor and he gave me some special shampoo to wash my whole body with, then a little comb, to comb all the left over eggs and such out of me hairs. Bloody, acolytes. The doctor said I got them from that piece o' Asian I tossed in Thailand. He said they were thick as fleas over there, and recommended I not go back, regardless of the exchange rate, as I might pick up something worse. But I guess you know all about that sort of thing!
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?

The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
Reply
#33
(04-05-2014, 04:04 PM)Erthona Wrote:  "Oh dear, not up to your usual standard of diction is it, pricked a little bubble have we?
Never mind get a good nights sleep and I’m sure you'll be back to normal, dropping those enlightening pearls of wisdom to all of your admiring acolytes."

I got no acolytes. I had'em once, but I went to the doctor and he gave me some special shampoo to wash my whole body with, then a little comb, to comb all the left over eggs and such out of me hairs. Bloody, acolytes. The doctor said I got them from that piece o' Asian I tossed in Thailand. He said they were thick as fleas over there, and recommended I not go back, regardless of the exchange rate, as I might pick up something worse. But I guess you know all about that sort of thing!

No acolytes?? Leanne has fallen in love with you so presumably she doesn’t mind sharing your tent and drinking piss water and that’s real love man, still she is Australian, we have to make allowances.
Reply
#34
"...dropping those enlightening pearls of wisdom to all of your admiring acolytes."

dropping to / dropping on / dropping off / dropping off to / dropping onto

enlightening pearls of wisdom / pearls of enlightening wisdom /
enlightened pearls of wisdom / pearls of enlightened wisdom /

enlighteningly dropping enlightening enlightened pearls to
enlighteningly enlighten enlightening enlightened wisdom
                                                                                                                a brightly colored fungus that grows in bark inclusions
Reply
#35
Carousal wrote:
No acolytes??

I knows yer an educated man an all, but maybe you don't know what "acolytes" are as yer spelling it wrong like. I didn't want to point it out so as not ta embarrass ya, but ya sort of leave me know choice. What yer talking bout is a perry-site discovered by a a Scotsman back in the fifteen hundreds or thar bout. Anyway, the person who discovered them wasn't expecting to find 'em cause they still believed in the humors, so he was surprised like, but when he discovered them he exclaimed "ach 'O' Lice". As they is perry-sites, a small and insignificant critter, at least until they start making ya itch, I have never known of someone naming 'em, certainly not something like "Leanne". I'd just as soon no perry-sites would "fall... in love with" me, named or not cause the last time was bad enough. Though I'm not an educated man like yourself, I do like to read when my boss isn't beating me. So when I had 'em, I read up on these "ach 'O' Lice" and I found that it led to the invention of the "Merkin". Now back then they had no good chemicals like we do today, and like my doctor gave me to get rid 'o' the perry-sites, so if a person got them they had to shave the hair off. Fortunately, I guess you would say, the only place these "ach 'O' Lice" want to be is in ones private parts. Well that's OK, except for the poor prostitutes, who were most likely to get them, and of course to get rid of them they would have to shave their female virgule pubes, so to speak. Well, although most people seem to like the practice nowadays, back then the customers of these here prostitutes didn't like the woman shaved caused they would realize that they had these here perry-sites. Well some smart fellow, probably someone like yourself, decided to invent these triangle shaped hair pieces and sell them to these poor women so they could keep the business coming. Evidently this fellow who invented these things was named "Merkin". No one knows if it was him that named them after hisself, or if the customers just started calling them that on their own. Well as it turns out, this here invention played a big part in the history of the civilized world for nigh on 400 years, until we got smart and started inventing chemicals that can kill things. Well as you can imagine, a lot of women had the use of a Merkin down through the ages, but what is funny is that hardly anybody knows about them, except an educated man like unto yourself. So as ya probably already knows this I'll be begging your pardon for wasting your time.
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?

The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
Reply
#36
Oxford Dictionary.

Acolyte- An assistant or follower: she runs the department through a small group of acolytes

That will do for me and for you if you had taken the time to look it up. If you are intent in making a witty reply it’s advisable to do so in English and not a load of dogs bollocks..
Reply
#37
I just watched a Roky Erickson documentary, the parts I had stored in my memory from what my friend told me about the one he saw. I have no clear picture of anything. But I can get the idea from what he said that one of Roky Erickson's, either brothers or mother, looked funny.
Reply
#38
"dogs bollocks.." in "dogs bollocks.." out!

I used to know this girl, well I guess she was a girl, I never looked, and she never said, although she was a little bulgy in the crotch area when she wore a bikini. Regardless she had nice tits, and that's what counts as far as when a man is looking at them, the actual plumbing only matters latter, and of course it can be by-passed. She lived in this renovated hotel in Chiang Mai, which is in Northern Thailand, I know this, although I've never been there. It was owned by this group of ex-pat US G.I.'s, who had pooled their money after the war, and bought it. It was the kind of hotel that had an open square in the middle of it, which was surround by two stories of hotel rooms. The G.I.'s and their families lived in these rooms. In the square was a large swimming pool, and that's where I run across this girl. I was lounging out by the pool. She had been swimming, and when she came out of the pool she just sort of spontaneously started talking at me (She had nice tits, so I didn't mind). She looked Thai, which was the case with a lot of them. I don't know if she was living there, or if she had wandered in. Usually the G.I.'s didn't let outsiders in, as they were a bit paranoid, so I had to figure she was a member of one of the families, or else she was someones piece of tail. She said her name was "May", which may have been true, or may not have been true (Hey, Ima writing this, and I'll takes me fun where I sees it, so shut up). Anyway, she starts in to complaining about how nobody likes her, everybody hates her, and how she was gonna go eat worms. Thai's have weird taste in food, so I wasn't sure if she was gonna eat worms because nobody liked her, or if it was totally unrelated and she just liked to eat worms. Well as we are sitting there, her talking, me ogling her tits, people would walk by. They would say something nice like, "Hi May, how are you doing (the females were especially polite because they hadn't got feminism there yet so they still acted like girls), and May, if that was her real name would fire back some smart ass remark, or flat out insult the person. Of course she would only do this to the females, because she knew what side her bread was buttered on, even in Thailand. Well she seemed like a nice girl, despite her corrosive personality, so I thought about mentioning that if she didn't go around insulting people (and their friends) they might act like they liked her a bit more, cause it's like they say, "you get out of it what you put into it". Anyway, as I was trying to decide whether or not to say anything, my friend Lee and a friend of his came walking by, so I just nodded to May, and left without saying anything, but that's how most of my conversations go with women. Women are so talented they can hold up both ends of the conversation without any help from you. It ends up producing a nice drone, and it's real nice to sleep by, but I had other fish to fry, so to speak, and wasn't able to take advantage of May.
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?

The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
Reply
#39
Gosh, and here I'm been making even more of a
fool of myself than I thought I was!

I wondered why people looked at me funny when
I told them I was one of Erthona's 'acolytes'.

All this time I thought it had something to do
with Erthona; but no, it was because I was using
'acolyte' as the name for a disciple of some sort.
This was, I found out, an archaic meaning that
had fallen into disuse by the end of the 17th
century.

My only consolation is that I was not alone;
that at least one other person was as ignorant
as I was.

The contemporary (correct) meaning for 'acolyte'
is that it's the name for a louse (pediculus
humanus humanus) whose usual haunt is the human
pubic area.

The transition of its meaning from 'disciple' to 'parasite'
seems only logical.

Here's a picture of it:

[Image: 250px-Body_lice.jpg]



The correct term, by the way, is 'votarient'.

As in:
"... and I’m sure you'll be back to normal, dropping those
pearls of wisdom on all of your admiring votarients."

                                                                                                                a brightly colored fungus that grows in bark inclusions
Reply
#40
I wrote this bitch-fucking poem. It's about being a rapist. Raping some bitch after you marry her and she's still in love with some other bloke.

It's the story of America. The American Tragedy Dreiser! Fuck.
Reply




Users browsing this thread:
Do NOT follow this link or you will be banned from the site!