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How Do You Do It?

 
 
kickycan
 
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Reply Thu 21 Apr, 2005 09:27 am
blueveinedthrobber wrote:
I in general find the human race sucks as a whole. Individuals are okay if you look hard enough to find them, but as a group we suck ass in every respect I can think of. There are exceptions of course, but an occasional donut, sweet as it is, does not cleanse the pallette from a steady diet of ****.


Have you ever heard of a guy named Bill Hicks? I believe you would like him alot. He is possibly the most amazingly bold and entertaining misanthrope that I've ever seen on a stage.

A little sample quote from him, in case you don't know who he is...

"I'm tired of this 'isn't humanity great?' bullshit...we're a virus with shoes."
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material girl
 
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Reply Thu 21 Apr, 2005 09:33 am
kicky, that was funny.Ive heard of Bill Hicks but dont know his work.He reminds me of Dennis Leary after I read that.
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dyslexia
 
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Reply Thu 21 Apr, 2005 09:34 am
I love humanity, it's people I can't stand. (or is it the other way around?)
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Bi-Polar Bear
 
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Reply Thu 21 Apr, 2005 09:42 am
Very familiar with Bill Hicks. He got lucky.
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dyslexia
 
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Reply Thu 21 Apr, 2005 09:56 am
Men have never loved one another much, for reasons we can readily understand: Man is not a lovable animal.
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kickycan
 
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Reply Thu 21 Apr, 2005 10:52 am
material girl wrote:
kicky, that was funny.Ive heard of Bill Hicks but dont know his work.He reminds me of Dennis Leary after I read that.


Funny you'd mention Dennis Leary--some people say that he stole good amounts of his act from Bill Hicks. Yeah, if you like Dennis Leary, you'd love Bill Hicks.
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dlowan
 
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Reply Thu 21 Apr, 2005 03:00 pm
Ah, just get over it.

Will you be happier in your brief passage through life as a misanthrope, or a non-misanthrope?

Will those around you be happier?
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dlowan
 
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Reply Thu 21 Apr, 2005 03:02 pm
Boy - I love the experience of being a bitch in the early morning, before my first coffee - it feels like....ecstasy...
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Setanta
 
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Reply Thu 21 Apr, 2005 03:04 pm
What a piece of work is man!
How noble in reason!
How infinite in faculties!
In form and moving,
How express and admirable!
In action how like an angel!
In apprehension, how like a god!
The beauty of the world!
The paragon of animals!
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dlowan
 
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Reply Thu 21 Apr, 2005 03:21 pm
I have of late, but wherefore I know not,
Lost all my mirth.
This goodly frame, the earth, appears to me
A sterile promontory.
This most excellent canopy, the air, look you
This brave o'er-hanging firmament,
This majestical roof fretted with golden fire
Why it ppears no other thing to me
Than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
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Bi-Polar Bear
 
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Reply Thu 21 Apr, 2005 03:23 pm
dlowan wrote:
Boy - I love the experience of being a bitch in the early morning, before my first coffee - it feels like....ecstasy...


Well you've polished it to a fine art Razz
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Bi-Polar Bear
 
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Reply Thu 21 Apr, 2005 03:25 pm
Oaky so here we go

There was a young lady from Knizes
With breasts of two different sizes
One was so small it was nothing at all
The other was large and one prizes

You smarty pants aren't the only poets around here.
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dlowan
 
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Reply Thu 21 Apr, 2005 03:25 pm
Curtsies...
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dlowan
 
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Reply Thu 21 Apr, 2005 03:26 pm
Er - we were quoting Shakespeare (as filtered through the libretto of Hair)
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Lord Ellpus
 
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Reply Thu 21 Apr, 2005 04:26 pm
blueveinedthrobber wrote:
Oaky so here we go

There was a young lady from Knizes
With breasts of two different sizes
One was so small it was nothing at all
The other was large and one prizes

You smarty pants aren't the only poets around here.


A man after my own heart.....

There was a young fellow called Dirkin
Who was always jerkin' his gherkin
His mother said "Dirkin, stop jerkin' yer gherkin
Yer gherkin's fer ferkin', not jerkin' "
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Bi-Polar Bear
 
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Reply Thu 21 Apr, 2005 04:50 pm
A Young pianist from Rio
Was seducing a lady named Cleo
As he pulled down her panties
She said "No Andantes"
"I want this Allegro Con Brio".

For all the musicians in the house.

You're up M'Lord
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Taliesin181
 
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Reply Thu 21 Apr, 2005 08:48 pm
dlowan: You forgot the middle of that. The full thing is something like:

"I have of late, but wherefore I know not,
Lost all my mirth, foregone all custom of exercise,
and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition,
that this goodly frame the earth seems to me but a sterile promontory.
This most excellent canopy the air - look you! -
this brave o'er hanging firmament,
this majestic roof studded with golden flame -
Why, it appeareth to my but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors!
What a piece of work is a man!
How noble in reason,
how infinite in faculties,
in form and moving how express and admirable,
in action how like an angel
in apprehension how like a God!
The beauty of the world, the paragon of animals,
and yet, what is this quintessence of dust to me?
No, I love man not - no, nor woman, neither,
though by your smiles you seem to say so!"

And...scene! Wait...what's this about a filter? Did you leave stuff out on purpose? Now I feel foolish for revealing myself as the monologue-loving freak of nature that I am... Embarrassed must...hide...
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sublime1
 
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Reply Thu 21 Apr, 2005 08:52 pm
I think I'm confused again.

http://www.able2know.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=42640&highlight=
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patiodog
 
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Reply Thu 21 Apr, 2005 09:09 pm
Here's a cure for what ails you...

Quote:
Los Alamos Ranch School, where they later made the atom bomb and couldn't wait to try it on the Yellow Peril. The boys are sitting on logs and rocks and eating some sort of food. There's a stream at the end of the slope.

The counselor was a Southerner with a politician's look about him. He told us stories by the campfire culled from the racist garbage of the insidious Sax Rohmer. "East is evil, West is good."

Suddenly a badger erupts among the boys. I don't know why he did it - just playful, friendly, and inexperienced, like the Aztec Indians who brought fruit down to the Spanish and got their hands cut off.

So the counselor rushes for his saddlebag and gets out his 1911 Colt .45 auto and starts blasting at the badger, missing it with every shot at six feet. Finally, he puts his gun three inches from the badger's side and shoots.

This time the badger rolls down the slope and into the stream. I can see the stricken animal, the sad, shrinking face, rolling down the slope, bleeding, dying.

"You see an animal, you kill it, don't you? It might've bitten one of the boys."

The badger just wanted to run out and play and he gets shot with a .45 government issue. Contact that. Identify with that. Feel that and ask yourself whose life is worth more - the badger, or this evil piece of white ****?

As Bryon Gyson said, man is a bad animal.


Kill the Badger, William S. Burroughs, who is apparently on the brain this fine evening.
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Taliesin181
 
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Reply Thu 21 Apr, 2005 09:11 pm
Down with whitey! Laughing
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