jesusluvspegging wrote:

The backlash against the philosophical excesses of the hippie "movement" is what's landed us in the mess we're in right now.

Can't Put The Potion Back In The Bottle After You Spilled It Is What I Say!

Dmtdust wrote:

stupid hippie talking about potions

POTION?  srsly?  This is why the hippie "movement" failed to accomplish anything (other than giving us six more metaphorical weeks of conservative winter): because you mix up some sensible politics that everyone can get behind (let's stop making high school grads go murder people for a year) with fucking crazy drug talk.  The taint of your hippie madness leaks out from the few intelligible stands that you make and dirties up everything even vaguely related to it.  War protesters are hippies, therefore war protesting is stupid, therefore war is OK.

If the hippies had cut their hair and worn suits, there'd have been no way to tell them apart from the other mad bastards with short hair in suits, and maybe they'd have gotten somewhere.  As it is, they make our children's television programs and go to their unitarian churches in Priuses and cry when they watch the news because they know it's all their fault.

If there ever is a Cruel meet-up, you can count on me, tiny dropper bottle in hand, expanding JLP's mind (sans his knowledge).

Of course, I'll claim I'm some other long-lost cruelite when I show up.


Should be interesting.

(Zookeeper needs a good (or bad) trip, too.)


(don't worry, DMT, I'll bring some for you, too!)

ptah13 wrote:

If there ever is a Cruel meet-up, you can count on me, tiny dropper bottle in hand, expanding JLP's mind (sans his knowledge).

Please do! 

My problem isn't with the drugs, my problem is with the hippies.

EDIT: I'm gonna elaborate on this a bit, I think.

The problem with hippies isn't that they do drugs.  I like drugs.  I have done a few of the psychedelic/entheogenic drugs that hippies like to do, and I loved them.  It's good for a person to stretch their brain in odd directions sometimes.  These substances offer the only way (that I know of) for your average person to come face to face with infinity (or a reasonable facsimile thereof).

The problem with hippies and drugs is that the hippies TAKE THE DRUGS AT FACE VALUE.  They have their drug experiences and fail to keep in mind that they were ON FUCKING DRUGS, and therefore everything they experienced is suspect. 

You can gain powerful insights on shrooms, sure, but you don't come out of the experience with anything you didn't carry in with you.  Maybe you've managed to break down your natural biases enough to put together the things you already know in a different way, or you find a new way of looking at something familiar.  Maybe you remember something you've forgotten about, and suddenly see its place in the great puzzle of life.  This is an incredibly powerful and important achievement!  However, at the end of the day, the only thing you can PROVE is that you got real high and came down with a different outlook.

The machine elves, while pretty, are not demonstrably real.  The out of body experiences (I've had them) are not beyond the known capabilities of the human brain to generate.  The things you see on drugs are no more real than the dream where you're back in high school and you forgot to put on pants and everyone's laughing at you because because there's a tampon string hanging out of your dick.  Y'all have that dream, right?

Entheogens are important tools, but they are TOOLS.  They are not sacred manna from the hyper-dimension.  They are not proof of universal consciousness.  They are not the True Human Religion.  There is no such thing.

Most of your stereotypical spaced out hippies made the classical mistake with psychedelics: they had visions both terrifying and wonderful, and sought to recapture that experience a few times too often, and began living more in the fantasy drug world than in the real one.  When you look into the abyss, etc..

Last edited by jesusluvspegging (2009-06-01 17:50:28)

This bullshit is so old people consider it history.  It is simple; one is either on the bus or off. 

Most fuckers today don't even know what bus it is.

Fuck hippies.

Decadence wrote:

Some-Body Else's Lord And Savior wrote:

My problem isn't with the drugs, my problem is with the hippies.

Yeah - Fucking bastards!  Just who do they think that they are trying to make the world a better place?

In their own narrow minded, selfish way they were.  The thing is, the hippies envisioned a better world as a place where everyone was a hippie and went around doing hippie things.  They failed to account for the inherent variety of the human experience: not everyone WANTS to be a polyamorous dirt-worshipping stoner who lives in a commune.  Some people want to be Dirckman.  Some people want to be phredd. 

Think about that a few minutes, and then I recommend a stiff drink.

jesusluvspegging wrote:

I take ...

Not on the bus.

jesusluvspegging wrote:

ptah13 wrote:

If there ever is a Cruel meet-up, you can count on me, tiny dropper bottle in hand, expanding JLP's mind (sans his knowledge).

Please do! 

My problem isn't with the drugs, my problem is with the hippies.

EDIT: I'm gonna elaborate on this a bit, I think.

The problem with hippies isn't that they do drugs.  I like drugs.  I have done a few of the psychedelic/entheogenic drugs that hippies like to do, and I loved them.  It's good for a person to stretch their brain in odd directions sometimes.  These substances offer the only way (that I know of) for your average person to come face to face with infinity (or a reasonable facsimile thereof).

The problem with hippies and drugs is that the hippies TAKE THE DRUGS AT FACE VALUE.  They have their drug experiences and fail to keep in mind that they were ON FUCKING DRUGS, and therefore everything they experienced is suspect. 

You can gain powerful insights on shrooms, sure, but you don't come out of the experience with anything you didn't carry in with you.  Maybe you've managed to break down your natural biases enough to put together the things you already know in a different way, or you find a new way of looking at something familiar.  Maybe you remember something you've forgotten about, and suddenly see its place in the great puzzle of life.  This is an incredibly powerful and important achievement!  However, at the end of the day, the only thing you can PROVE is that you got real high and came down with a different outlook.

The machine elves, while pretty, are not demonstrably real.  The out of body experiences (I've had them) are not beyond the known capabilities of the human brain to generate.  The things you see on drugs are no more real than the dream where you're back in high school and you forgot to put on pants and everyone's laughing at you because because there's a tampon string hanging out of your dick.  Y'all have that dream, right?

Entheogens are important tools, but they are TOOLS.  They are not sacred manna from the hyper-dimension.  They are not proof of universal consciousness.  They are not the True Human Religion.  There is no such thing.

Most of your stereotypical spaced out hippies made the classical mistake with psychedelics: they had visions both terrifying and wonderful, and sought to recapture that experience a few times too often, and began living more in the fantasy drug world than in the real one.  When you look into the abyss, etc..

Preach It Brother... Besides, the Machine Elves were there to keep you out of the Sacred Realms anyway.

jesusluvspegging wrote:

Lacking an understanding of metaphor  ...   

Just perspective, that's all.

Did someone mention Machine Elves? 

jesusluvspegging wrote:

...  get fucked.

Allegory?     
[The bus.]
Which you are not on.

And

Kiss my ass motherfucker.

MSG Tripps wrote:

jesusluvspegging wrote:

...  get fucked.

Allegory?     
[The bus.]
Which you are not on.

And

Kiss my ass motherfucker.

That'd be the metaphor I extended with me talking about my car and the diseases on the bus?

Love you too Tripps.  :)

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Last edited by jesusluvspegging (2009-06-01 18:52:37)

jesusluvspegging wrote:

Don't talk about categorizing, Dusty, since that's what the hippie movement was about.  Who's hip and who isn't.  Who's a beautiful person and who's a square.  Who grows their hair real long and who doesn't, and what does this mean about them AS A PERSON.

Hippies are just as judgmental and divisive as the rest of us.

Sweets, you are reading far more into what I wrote than I wrote...  I was/am put off by the Hipper Than Thou meme.  I started out a Mod and evolved into a Bohemian of the old school.  Hip is a disease, anything that excludes is.  You, Ptah, Dhal, The Divine Miss Toes, Alladin, Smitty, Sofie, Zooks and Horse and all who go unnamed would be welcomed by a nice glass of Absinthe at my abode.  I have a rather large welcome mat for Fellow-Travelers of many different strains.

Truly..

MSG Tripps wrote:

So who rings your bell dip shit?

I am still thinking literary metaphor.

[edit]
Link?

The bus in question:



The book.

Riiiiight?

sofaking wrote:

MSG Tripps wrote:

So who rings your bell dip shit?

I am still thinking literary metaphor.

[edit]
Link?

The bus in question:

http://images.wolfgangsvault.com/images … -01-FP.jpg

The book.

Riiiiight?

Yep. Excellent book.

My most treasured shirt, purchased on "Shakedown Street" (the main drag of vendors at Dead concerts), features The Bus.

Some Brain-Washed Fuck's Messiah wrote:

The thing is, the hippies envisioned a better world as a place where everyone was a hippie and went around doing hippie things.

I'm guessing that you don't know any real "Hippies."  Believe it or not - They're not extinct.  Hell, ask Choad about the populace of my city of Residence - I live in "Hippie Central."  True "Hippies" are mostly non-judgmental (And, not un-like the planet Earth, mostly harm-less*).  I'll readily agree that the majority of them have a rather skewed view of human nature; But, as delusional as they may well be, they speak mostly of a mutual love.  Is that really so dangerous a concept to elicit your contempt?

* I want to "give a shout-out" to my fellow Douglas Adams readers "out there."

Post-Script:

Phht (Ack!) wrote:

My most treasured shirt, purchased on "Shakedown Street" (the main drag of vendors at Dead concerts) . . .

. . .  Which shares it's name with what is argue-ably the most poorly conceptualized album in history*.

* I first wondered whether or not I might be "getting it;" But, when my Mother entered my room, executed a poor "disco-esque dance move," and exclaimed "Oh, I like this" in response to the album first being played on my stereo, my worst fears were - In-Deed - confirmed.  So . . .  How's your week going then?

Last edited by Decadence (2009-06-01 20:38:42)

The books are One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest and Sometimes A Great Notion the rest is a merry prankster  [funding]   [philosophical/metaphorical] idea.

Yes... I was far more interested in Baudelaire, Verlaine, Rimbaud, Roxy Music, The Velvets, Eno, and German minimalism electronic music, and Erik Satie.  In the Commune I did not fit, but the Surrealist took me in out of sympathy with the pathology.

Decadence wrote:

Post-Script:

Phht (Ack!) wrote:

My most treasured shirt, purchased on "Shakedown Street" (the main drag of vendors at Dead concerts) . . .

. . .  Which shares it's name with what is argue-ably the most poorly conceptualized album in history*.

* I first wondered whether or not I might be "getting it;" But, when my Mother entered my room, executed a poor "disco-esque dance move," and exclaimed "Oh, I like this" in response to the album first being played on my stereo, my worst fears were - In-Deed - confirmed.  So . . .  How's your week going then?

I couldn't agree more.

My friends and I refer to that album as, "Disco Dead".

Although, Fire on the Mountain and Miracle are pretty good songs.

Portland Oregon.

Next though... the Languedoc.  Caveat: If the kid graduates without aggravation, and if we are willing to move this late in the game.

I am going bye bye now.  I am too drunk to post.  I have to do some editing and though I loves HS, my head hurts.