Thats Right Folks!! Another Rant!!

I splore what your spleening my fiend!..if the greatness of the bakedness weren't such a fakeness, that is likely described as a fishing man or woman hand on tomb and touching the womb of the crunchy tigers abroad like they saw god in a giant pea pod with a nod of their head they need their bed of thoughts and hay like grits and clay and meds of threads with thy heads of colors blue and red with the may of april and fall of summer and rise of rome all at fort sumter in one week of a hot pornstar with corn starch all over her porshe car...by far the mar mar at wong woos chinese bar is much harder than having to barter with a martyr named chris farley who will never be quite what he used to be because hes a skeletal bee of ashes and graves of bartenders and slaves not blacks or blues or japanese world war twos of the movies and blues of the greed and steed like a mapleberry weed, speaking of the need I toke up with speed wanting to heed that last bleed in myy heart for something like a need I tried ot take shots of vodka knowing I wasn't getting far but knowing that if I switched to labbat blue everything would be coo...I drink a 40, it was delitious..no it was the drug which made me stop rhyming and the drink loosened my heart's tie and tye dye I like my eyes to pry like the gods of the sky who watch us on our high and makes us uunderstand hes the guuywho will keep us in line for some time its fine to rhyme with a line and a line but not in a lime or lima bean will you find me mean or interesting in the thing which is clean yet me all me with thee in a tree, you and me will party with pee wee and then be in a rake with a wakeness of this bakedness with not such a fakeness or the greatness of dejavu in you I leave you now to think about the rhyme I tell to ponder in hell...with sploring of the spleening what my fiend namron was meaning....in time will it come, the true meaning...

 

Your from Arkansas? Hell I didn't think they had electricity there yet, much less the internet.

 

namron & NuBBiN


You guys been chewing Morn Seeds by any chance?
Arkansas?........ You wouldn't happen to know Bud and Duke,
Used to know their daddy back in the 60's, he had a sour mash setup that put out some fair samples of 180 proof which were sampled in a fair sized area. Had this crop of weeds he used to break up (seeds and all) and use for liniment, said it cured everything from a broken leg to snake bite. I tried drinkin some and it made my vision a little cloudy. Anyway last I heard the boys had decided to cultivate the weeds and use em for Medical Purposes, strickly personal of course cause of the snakes. Scuse the ramblings of an old man but I've heard the Camel Story before only it was in Mexico and it was a donkey, still funny though.
Crap lost what I was thinking about.


Paul J Jamtgaard

 

I SMELL A HANSON BROTHERS REUNION!!!!!!!!!

 

jeez
reading your rant while high has warped my fragile little mind
keep up the good work

 

damn i need to stop reading this shit when i'm not high

 

namron& NuBBiN

Hanson brothers? Seems familiar, back in "81" I'm draped
over the bar at The Blue Light Tavern suckin on a Budwieser
when these three guys come in suffering from Long Trip Road
Staggers and badly in need of a bit of Kooool refreshment,
after they gets settled with a with a cool Bud and and
a paper rolled Medicinal Herb we gets to jawing, seems two
of these guys are brothers given the names out of Flyin
and Windy (made me wonder cause this guy would hardly utter over two words in a row). Flyin starts tellin me this tale
as to how he and his other two Brothers had been to a little
gathering in Sturgis SD and had wound up in Des Moines Iowa and had to spend some time gathering their wits, figuring out where they were and how to get the hell out of there. Flyin went on to say that one brother by the name of Long Arm decided to go visit a friend in Canada, Windy was goin to Atlanta, the other brother by the name of Just Roy was
going to see what was up in Austin and he (Flyin was going
to Orting Washington). Anyway like most plans some things
go awry And Flyins troubles just begun with a series of
mishaps that whittled away his pocketbook makin him think
he was goin to have to give up his third beer on his
reststops and maybe even skip a couple of sightseein loops.
Well seems he got just west of Twin Falls Idaho when he gets
wind of of DEA lookout up ahead, so he hung a left and headed towards Salt Lake City where he wound up at The Office and proceeded to tell the Bartender his tale of woe, wherupon the Bartender made a couple of calls, took his package, gave him half his delivery fees and lined him up with a package to Albuqurque. Well seems the trip went without incident takin the route via Moab, Cortez and then South and East till he made it to The Little Place Beside The Road. Said first thing he saw whe walked in was Windy sittin at the bar. Well after some arrangements had been made he (Flyin) and Windy headed for Phoenix and made it to The Blue Light without much incidence (said they stuck to hard ridin cause of the flags posted aroundin various places about the DEA lookouts around cause of the recent rally at Sturgis). Flyin turned to Windy who had been sittin there suckin on his Budwieser and inhaling his Medicinal Herb (from time to time there was the strangest oder comin from around Windys direction and I figured I'd have to fix the plumbing again) and asked if he wanted to tell him howcome he didn't make
it to Atlanta And Windy says "nope". Flyin says to me "Crap, I
gotta make some calls.". So I told Deacon (the Bartender) to give him the keys to the box and he wandered off. So I turned to Windy and said "So you got two other brothers?" and Windy says "yep". So I turned to the other the other guy whos name was Little Doobie and jawed with him awhile and found him to be a bit strange (Deacon did a little checkin and put a yellow pin to hang his picture with two pinholes at the bottom right corner, Deacon alsohung Flyin And Windys pictures but he used green pins on them,laughin all the time he was hangin them, I asked him what was funny
and he says "Paul, All things will be revealed to you someday.", damn Deacon was always an obscure type fellow). Well everybody partied for a few days and I handed out Bags of Medicinal seeds and they all went their ways. Come to think of it thats about thetime my Lady Plant got ripped up (Biggest seed yield I ever seen,but I ain't seen everything yet.).


Paul J Jamtgaard

 

good god..

 

..sure does


*starts reading rant again

 

wait..... paul..... I was very high when I just read your post.....and It never ocurred to me that this was a rant, and not a true story with a point...so i read it three times in a row..hell i almost got out a pen and paper to try and make notes so I could figure out what the hell you were talking about. But then i realized, "Hey NuBs...You could make rants twice as spicey as the next cajun rockstar." So then I turned to my mom who was reading over my shoulder in her undergarments like she always does late at night and I said to her "Mom, why dont the letters on my keyboard go in alphabetical order?" and she replied with a silly grin "Son, if the keys on the original typewriters were in alphabetical order, too many vowels would be located too close to each other which would jam the typewriting mechanism constantly, due to the fragile method used to make typewriters work, therefor the creator of this newfangled writing machine decided to space the vowels apart as much as possible (except for I O and U for obviouse reasons) and then based all other letters (mostly consonants) around those preset vowels. Hence when the computer was created, not wanting to confuse it's users, the creators based their keyboard lineup to be equal to that of the olden day typewriters!...." Being stoned, I obviousely turned back to the computer screen, embarrassed at the fact that my mother would always sass about like that infront of my cyber friends....or should I say fiends?..... Speaking of fiends, who decided to make that the opposite of friends?...why such similar words with such opposite meanings?...what next? Ketchup and ketchturd? or mustard and mustketch?.....I guess what im really trying to say here is that as a society wehave come too far in our advances in civilization, and we must find the nearest exit, pull off, maybe hit a diner for a boosting cup of coffee, then head back the opposite direction unntil we use fire for our main source of light instead of that bullshit "electricity"...tell me people..have YOU ever seen this electricity?.... sure,you've seen some blue lights sass about when you stick keys ini sockets, but, how do we know we're actually getting this matter which we pay for monthly called "electricity"?..... How do we know that lightbulbs actually give off light...?....what if they just sucked up darkness with a large vacuum?.....how do we know that we're talking to our friends and family on the phone?...we can't see them...how can we fully trust these little cordless boxes we put up to our ears can actually connect us with someone whos across the continent with their own cordless box up to their ear?..isn't that a little outrageous?...I feel that a more reasonable explanation is that thes boxes were built by the government to ap into our central nervous systems and allow us to psychically communicate with others who have been tapped into... Wouldn't being psychic explain things a lot better than just 'electiricity" and invisible waves and cordless boxes allowing convenient 20 cent phone calls every minute during the weekends and all that hocus pocus?.....well I dont want to bore you with silly theories of mine, so back to the alphabet....why is it called the alphabet?...why couldnt it be the betabet, or zetabet, or omegabet?..or what if all of these different bets truly exist, and each dimention is home to one of these bets..a layer containing one of these jewels of knowledge..this powerful common understanding of patterns created by these different dimentional bets used to tap in to other's thoughts,ideas,experiences etc.....tell me...how could you ever know about airplanes, if the aplhabet was never around when they were invented?....there would be no way to describe these things..let alone invent these flying machines in the first place, which would have taken exstensive knowledge in the field of aviation,which wouln't exist due to the innability to pass on important aviation informaton because no such thing as an alpha,beta,or zeta bet existed to transform thought to patterns on paper and then be recognized by another who in turn experienced this same thought from another thanks to this "middle man", this "translator" this "holder of knowledge"..... did you know that alexandria in egypt (named after alexander the great no doubt) was one of the epicenters of knowledge in the early centuries..this city (only one of several cities named alexandria by the famed conqueror) was one of the irst places to conatin a library...one of a kind prints, books, notes, writings existed in vast chambers of knowledge, our first libraries.....Once, during an attack from neighboring enemies, alexandria's library cought fire, destroying a large quantity of original and one of a kind text's....pushing world progress back by an aproximate millenium. imagine..if that libray hadn't burned down.......columbus would have been a space explorer most likely off discovering new planets instead instead of a sea fairing crusader who discovered the americas!.... what a tremendousely wonderful thought!...or it would be like computers being invented well around the roman empires reign....."Welcome CeaserPiMP69...You've got mail!"....we can only imagine what life would have been like if that one single chamber of maybe only 5,000 to 10,000 texts is what set the world back a whole millenia.....how entriguing!...... my my my!...look at the time!...I'll leave you with one last thought. What if time was never invented....not just that, the whole ability to understand,comprehend or even consider something so dimentional as time weren't to exist either. Where would we be?....could timie have been the leading factor in holding man back?..what if time were like newtons original theories?...and disproved later on int he futre like einstein did to newtons theories....what if there's something better than time.....what if it not only tells time, but allows man to experience time first hand...nobody seems to be able to experience time besides the simple weak sense of time....but what if we had tiemponauts...explorers of time...what if time were a whole seperatespacial plain than the one we our so used to in our universe..what if time is the gateway to the discovery of new dimentions...I say we embark on a crusade to copywrite time..then whenever someone ays what time it is we cna sue them..we'd be filthy rich..not billgates filthy rich..because thats impossible..but semi bill gates filthy rich....what if every italian who worked in the funiture, realestate, or insurance business relly wee a mobster?....what if all mobsters were really MoBStarZ...(the A in star is supposed to be a star)..then what would happen? would they do dances before they killed people?..would they dress up in bell bottoms, afros, and sparkling sunglasses complimented with 70's roller skates? Would they still be named guito?tony?windy?flyin? speakin of flyin...paul..I could have sworn your last post was truly a story..I still havent decided yet as to whether or not I want to go find a pen and paper and try to play detective and solve the mystery of your post. Maybe Ill drink alcohol and things will become clear....if only time werent holding me back from exploring your post from a closer point of view....oh well....christmas is near...farewell

 

namron & NuBBiN

Talk about backin your dump truck up to the coal chute.
Lotta info to decipher (you should be ashamed of
yourself for forcing an old man to use his grey cells
in such a strenuous manner). Lets see... Alphabet,
the first two letters of the Greek alphabet are Alpha
and Beta. We use a lot of Old Greek words as roots in
the English Language adding Roman words as roots with
a smattering of Germanic, Celtic, Saxon and so on.
Spanish and French or what they consider Romance
Languages are rooted the same way but stress
pronuciation is applied differantly (this is just
general of course and with a little thought on your
part you could could come up with some questions that
can be answered to a certain extent in books dealing
with history of the English Language). Applying the
alphabet to the keyboard (I think your Mom is right
about the fact of keyboard jamming because of the
vowels scattered all over the keyboard in squential
alpabetical order and with most English words
begining with or having the second letter as a vowel..
..). Anyway I got to lookin at it and counted ten keys
at the top row, nine keys in the second row and seven
keys in the third row with five vowels in the top row
E, Y, U, I, O and A as the first letter in the second
row with constanants that are most used arranged in
the order most convienient to reach. I then made a
keyboard in sequential on a piece of paper and reached
the conclusion that a touch typist would spell my name
Jkgs. Arranged some other orders on a piece of paper
and piddled around with them for awhile.....intresting.
There is Book called "The Code Breakers" If you're
intrested in that sort of stuff (big book, I check it
out of the library every once in awhile).
As to electricity, time, space and alternate
dimensions your guess is as good as mine cause I
thought I've seen some pretty strange things in altered
states of mind or for that matter in unaltered states of
mind, so what the hell, I just lay back, take it all in then
smoke a reasonable quantity of pot and enjoy the replay.
As to my story it does contain a Rant which is about my Plant gettin Ripped Off (which I'll probably bitch about that till
the I die and I'll still be mad about it and come back
lookin for it) and losing that strain of Quality seeds.
You gotta think underground, motorcycles and trustworthy
couriers when your readin the story. By the way Flyin and
Windys last name was Hanson.

Paul J Jamtgaard

 

heh