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Are the philosophical implications of the metaphors we use in a social context real?

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ONLY NICE THINGS

21:52 / 20.06.04

Ha! Opium is an opiate, eh? That's what THE MAN would like you to believe.

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21:55 / 20.06.04

Oh, yes. Because those WEAK film companies can't handle the TRUTH! Not the TRUTH! that GEORGE MORRISON tells us. NO!

Exactly.

And Flyboy, i loved that post by Anna, it made me laugh. Also when it comes to loads of people being sheeple, i think i'm turning into one anyway so i'm not really that bothered anymore.

I'm the one?

I hope for all our sakes your totally, totally wrong.

STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK

21:56 / 20.06.04

Well, not actually the man, per se. A man, certainly.

ONLY NICE THINGS

21:58 / 20.06.04

Jaz Mann, you mean?

Yeah. He wants to keep you down. He wants to make you one of his ANIMAL ARMY. He is a SPACEMAN. Don't trust him.

ONLY NICE THINGS

22:00 / 20.06.04

Also, he has X-ray eyes. He is probably looking at your pants right now.

STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK

22:02 / 20.06.04

Pants? PANTS?

I gave up wearing those YEARS ago. I type this wearing nothing but a tinfoil beanie and a satisfied smirk.

ONLY NICE THINGS

22:02 / 20.06.04

What does Jaz Mann see in your pants? If he looks at my pants, he will see REVOLUTION.

Or possibly REVULSION.

Either way.

gravitybitch

05:20 / 21.06.04

Sheeple indeed. You're all looking at pants!

(Anna - do you have some spare 3-D glasses I can borrow?)

the cat's iao

06:46 / 21.06.04

My metaphor
punched
your metaphor
right. in. the. pants.

What colour was the blood?

Lavender.

L. A. V. E. N. D. E. R.
spells "lavender"
now show me your tits!

(In 3D)

Sax

07:11 / 21.06.04

I've heard tell that the Illuminatus Trilogy is very good as well, but I don't know much about it. Could somebody tell me approximately what happens in it?

Well, Tann, there's this guy and he writes for a radical magazine and and gets arrested in the Deep South for, well, for something and he gets put in jail with some guy called Mad Dog or something and Mad Dog says he's going to bum him but then the cell explodes and there's this hot woman who rescues the guy from the magazine and they're all running around and the hot woman makes the guy from the magazine give her oral sex right there in the street.

And I didn't bother reading any more after that because, hey, it couldn't get any better, could it?

Sax

07:13 / 21.06.04

Oh, and there's a yellow submarine and a big whale or something and then everyone realises they're in a book. But that's at the end, so someone on the internet told me, because obviously I didn't read that far.

I did read all of Black Kiss by Howard Chaykin, though.

SPOILERS!

The hot vampire women have willies.

the cat's iao

07:17 / 21.06.04

Hey, I thought only one of the hot vampire women had a willy?

At least, that's what the guy at the comic shop told me...

STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK

08:58 / 21.06.04

Dude, it's Howard Chaykin.

Everyone has willies.

eye landed

08:35 / 23.06.04

Are the philosophical implications of willfully avoiding semantic metaphysics in favour of name-dropping metaphors of virtual reality real?

the cat's iao

02:20 / 24.06.04

Are the philosophical implications of willfully avoiding semantic metaphysics in favour of name-dropping metaphors of virtual reality real?

Of course not! For what is philosophy if not a will o' wisp? I mean, it is all the natterings of big brained apes with too much time on their hands and a teetering hold on the edge of a world unknown; thus, any implications derived from the thought processes of said apes remains forever shadowed within their conceptual context of theory laden translations regarding the sparks of neuron firings within gelatinous grey matter qua seemingly sensory input. The mere idea that a signal or word has any vast significance or reality beyond its existence as a sputtered muttering of a blind imbecile is the equivalent of any trans-spatial binding mechanism regardless of reference to or from any simulated stimuli of unfathomable conflation marking out spatio-temporal manifestations.

Mum's yer uncle.

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