Random thoughts and replies thread

[Quantummist]

Hell Lady.. I just tried to think like Custer and the first thing that poped into my head was..

Holy Cow ...Look at the Fuckin Indians !!!!

[Quantummist]

And...

Another ...

A guy walking down the beach finds a lamp floating in the surf. He picks it up and rubs it and out pops a 8 foot tall muscle bound black Genie that looks the dude up and down and says " What the fuck you want Honky!"

Dude looks back and says what the hell man I let you out of that bottle! I though people got wishes for doing stuff like that.

Genie say Ok Honky you can have a wish. In fact take 3 wishes but for every thing you wish for every black man in the world get twice what you wish for.

He thinks for a second ans says OK I want a million dollors in gold.

PUFF... In front of him lay a pile of gold coins.. and PUFF in front of every black man in the world lay 2 piles of shinny gold coins...

The Genie glares at him and say now Honky what the hell you want..

The fellow says I want a huge mansion on the hill over looking the ocean. PUFF .. there he sits in this beautiful home with his pile of gold ... looking out he sees Every black man in the world with twin mansions scattered for as the eye could see...

The Genie looked at him and said now what Honky ...

The guy reaches down and picks up a stick and says......

[Quantummist]

"Beat me Half to Death...."

[Quantummist]

And....

Two Wrongs don't make a Right....

But Three Rights make a Left.....

[Quantummist]

And...

Dead Men Tell no Tells...

Dead Tail Gets no Men....

[Quantummist]

And...

If your waiting for your ship to come in you've more than likely already missed the boat....

[Quantummist]

And...

If I had wanted your opinion I wouldn't have given you mine!

[Quantummist]

And...

A Poem....

â??Warm in the summer nightâ?�
By Quantummist
07/24/07



She lay with me beside the still water
Her form shimmers as the moon light reflects from the still wet flesh
Warm in the summer night
Bathed in the glow

She reached for me across the still water
Her form moving in slow motion as I watch each curve reveal
Warm in the summer night
Bathed in the glow

She smiled as our eyes met across the still water
Her form heaving as she reads the words my eyes silently speak.
Warm in the summer night
Bathed in the glow

I felt her lips as I crossed the still water
My form trembled at the taste of her as we pressed lips to lips
Warm in the summer night
Bathed in the glow

I pulled her close as I crossed the still water
My form tensed at the feel of her as we pressed body to body
Warm in the summer night
Bathed in the glow

I wrap her around me as I crossed the still water
My form anticipating every sensation as we make love in the mists
Warm in the summer night
Bathed in the glow

We lay together beside the still water
Our forms shimmering as the moon light reflects from our still wet slippery flesh
Warm in the summer night
Bathed in the glow

[Quantummist]

And...

A Story.......


Goose Lake
By Quantummist
05/06/98

Its the summer of 1970 and here I stand beside the freeway with my thumb out waiting. I like many others have heard about the concert to be held at a small farm and, like everyone, I just gota be there. So here I stand without a dime in my pockets, no food and only the cloths on my back as shelter for the next few days. But the sky is bright and the smell of wild flowers fill the air. I have figured that like Wood stock that the people would be allowed in and not be made to pay a gate fee or so I hoped.

After about 5 hours with my waist long hair blowin in the breeze a pickup truck pulls to the side. The truck is driven by a longhaired radical commie pinko freak with the name of Fuzzy and in the back is a pile of human remains dragged from every exit ramp along the freeway. The smell of pot fills the air around the truck like a small cloud we never quite out run. These are the people, including me, that the news media have labeled Hippies. Some are from Detroit and the local area while others come from as far away as New York. All in all there's 12 of us stuffed into the pickup bed. And a happier, fun loving and just plain loving group have never been plopped together in one ball of humanity.

As we get closer the traffic starts to slow down. We are still 2 miles from the exit ramp but traffic is coming to a dead stop. This is an oman of things to come. We had expected there would be a lot of people shoe up but the sight of 250,000 partying souls heading for the unknown was a sight to behold.

Fuzzy the driver of his little band pulled his truck off to the side of the freeway and jumped out with a "This is as far as the truck goes so lets get to steppin" and with a fresh joint hangin from his lips he grabbed a backpack from inside the truck and threw his keys on the truck seat and started to walk. As we walked our little band of rejects began to grow.

By the time we had walked about two mile the line of longhaired folks had become a party in itself. We were singing songs ranging from Crosby,Stills and Nash To Joan Biez. Most everyone was a bit loaded and the bottles of Boone's Farm Strawberry Wine were passing by. One swig of the bottle and pass it on, never to be seen again as it vanished down the line. Then a few moments later here comes another one followed by the biggest joint I had ever seen (to that point). Rolled in rice paper the person who rolled that monster, somewhere up that line of humanity that faded into the distance, used a ounce to make it then sent in down the line.

This was just the prelude to the mass of bodies we would encounter once we entered that big gate that I could see in the distance.

By the time we made it to the gate there was no concern of having tickets, money or anything, we were so many that the flow would have carried us through. Along the fence there were people with backpacks and small hand written signs selling almost any kind of drug you may want. While in today's age we struggle with the best way to reduce the crime and violence of the drug culture of today, back then that was a non issue. We would no more have wanted to harm a flower as to bother anyone. With a smile on my face and 12 new found friends we headed into mass, trying to find a place to call our own.

To tell the truth to this day I cannot remember what bands played or on what day a band played. The music became a backdrop to the sea of people that danced and swayed to the sounds. I remember hearing a Santana tune and enjoying the sun as it crossed the sky. The night closed in an I started seeing small camp fires starting throughout the fields we occupied.

Then as our little group sat people watching we came upon an idea, We would build a fort. Just like as little kids we planed our grand design. We needed building material so what better than pop and beer cans. We figured we were helping clean the place up and making a statement at the same time. In our plan we would collect all the empty cans as we walked around meeting new friends and partying through the throng. Then we would stack all the cans we found into a huge peace symbol and we would stay in the structure while we partied. We continued building for two days and nights what we ended up with was a peace symbol 3 feet high and 32 feet across with 3 foot thick walls. It was a sight to behold ! As people walked by we would get the "Way Cool" comment closely followed by a passed joint or a bottle of wine.

The nights were magic. There were nude dancers dancing around a camp fire and lovers sitting counting stars. The music filled the air and the smell of the campfires could make you get lost in the stars. The first night a local band , The Frost , played there hearts out for the crowd and from my point of view at the almost dead center of the crowd I could see the people near the stage swaying to the beat. It looked like the entire crowd was in water and moving as one as the music engulfed them. This night was what had drawn 250,000 people from across a nation. This night was the reason to take to the road without a cent . This first night made the lonely hitch hiking for hours with a hunger burning in your stomach worth while. This night would be the night we all found a bit of peace................

For the next night came the rains.......

[Quantummist]

Man is but a newborn in the line of time and
how long would you like to hear the unintelligible
screams of an infant. The Galactic Community may
have us sitting in the far corner until we grow up
and behave.