Does anyone speak 'hippie babble' anymore

The point is there is no point....looks at the needle. Well there's one here, but how else am I supposed to sew the patches on. I'll keep the needles in a safe little box where they won't hurt anyone. Harmless little needles, never meant to stick anyone.

Just relax and let the words, pretty flowing words like a river around you, art in living form as it moves through my mind out onto the screen.

 

Oh ok. I get it now. I just realized that I do that when I'm in that state between awake and asleep.

Let me try:

I've been speaking hippie babble but I haven't known it. It was like a dream but I was awake and it wasn't a daydream. I was staring into space but my eyes were closed yet I saw everything without having pictures in my mind. Pictures were hanging on my wall but that would mean I was imagining the wall in the living room.

I think that was kinda bad. It does make sense though so is it still hippie babble?

 

Your getting there. I'm getting nowhere, it feels like though the room is definately spinning at times. Unfortunately it is the ego that really gets in the way of writing. Sort of like that tall guy who inevitably sits right in front of you in the movie theater and moves around blocking your view of the screen. Untie the words and set them free. Fly free little birds and try not poop on my car on the way out.

 

Ok I got it. I just think it's hard to type it but I'll keep working on it.

Thanks Morganna!

 

all my posts are already in hippy babble. i rest my case, guilty of course. of what? well, ask yourself - what is your trial by fire? mine? making smores. damn good ones. i'm hungry. hunger? bah, useless. thoughtless. instinct. forget it - it's not real. goodnight.

 

Trial by fire, lol Fire, you are not guilty. No wait, that's trial of fire. I'm looking at Halloween costumes for me and the girls. Foe the foe, for the foe is the foe of the foe. Typos can be so fun except when you really really want to get a message across. Fortunately, this is not one of those times.

 

I've been looking for some faux pho for my foe...anybody know where to find any faux pho or maybe some faux tofu?

 

I love cheese in a can. mmmmmm, cheesy....

 

cheesy kung fu movies with that kung po chicken. you chicken. ha! valuable animal that is that which meets much animosity for not being meat! you vegetable! sit down. take notice. take a break. break or take, pick or choose, nothing to... win! game over. restart? insert coin there.

 

Does that really take a coin? Looks worriedly........

I work night shift and it is 8 am, past my bedtime. Lancelot worked the knight shift.

 

medieval knights! evil days... happy days! ooh, it's the fonze. damn. olive garden is delicous. erm, what was i saying? wine vineyards? beerfest? what a shit movie.

 

Oktoberfest, when the Germans drink Oktober beer on Oktober. I'm half german, does that mean I get only half glasses of oktobrtbeer?

 

I dont think you can sell anything on ebay anymore that contains bodily fluids. I think they made that rule after somebody tried to sell some celebrities dirty underwear. I dont wear underwear. Speaking of which, you really should wear underwear while dancing. Im not a very good dancer, but I know some people who are! By the way, dont eat yellow snow and always apply the peanut butter first when making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich!

 

Im a quarter german and half irish, and I prefer to drink on saint patty's day. I like to pinch people that arent wearing green. I think they like it too! I try to pinch people in oktober and tell people Im irish but they just dont understand.

 

I just realized I totally speak hippie bable all the time. When I respond to somebody usually maybe only the first sentence is relevant. Then I just ramble on about something that I just decided to add to the conversation for no apparent reason. Sometimes ill even start to say something before I even know what I am going to say and just have to make something up! lol

 

this reminds me of talking to my grandma and I talk so fast that I think of something else and forget the first thing I was talking of, its the same when i go to bed at night i always forget the thing i was thinking of a few seconds before because i think of someting lse, wow i didn't realise i could type this fast, hippie babble must = speed typing. i used to play on mario teaches typing when i was a kid how boring was that. we used to keep juggling balls made out of budgie seed in the cupboard above the computer and mice ate them once.

 

same here. same everywhere really. human speech is just a bunch of babble we interpret as words. how primitive it is that we use sounds to convey such complex thoughs. oh, i put the jelly on first, by the way. mmm...

 

I was trippin' up the avenue and this dude walks up with some stache he wanted me to try..we hussled over to the park and he rolled up a doobe and hit it bigtime coughed so hard snot blew out his nose, good thing he past it before he blew..I sucked a hit back n got whiteout, started giggling and got the screaming munchies..after finishin' the herbage, I was freakin' out trying to find a store.. My eyes were just tiny slits in my head and I couldn't wipe the smile off my face.. y the time I found the store I was skipping along singing 'All you need is love" and the storekeep looked at me strangely.. I went to the munchie ilse and filled up with zoozoos and wham whams.. went outside and sat on the curb and dove into the bag of goodies.. when I came up for air my face was covered in chocolate, but I didn't care bc it was so damn good.. the I went home and made De'qupauze(can't spell that when I'm stoned) with all the wrappers.. set it outside in a garage sale and sold it for 100.00, just enough to buy me a sack of that good shit that dude had..

 

good story. good morning. the sun's rising again... i wonder if it gets bored with doing the same thing every day. i sure do. good night.

 

good night...bad night...The night was dark and stormy...stormy days at sea...The sea is blue. Blue is my favorite color. Coloring was never a talent of mine. I went into a mine once. Once upon a time I climbed a tree...I had a treehouse as a child...When I was a child I was afraid of bats:bat:at night. But now the nights are good... good night.
Peace and Love!!!