Hippie shit.

[kbit]

Or you know, you could not care so much about things that have relatively little impact on your life

[D.o.S.]

I try but you guys are like YOOO CHELSEA WOLF all the time so its hard.

[Chankgeez]

[echorec]

Or you know, you could not care so much about things that have relatively little impact on your life

Who are you addressing?

[kbit]

I was addressing you

& Matt, it's actually Chelsea Wolfe, ok? We bombard you enough that you should at least spell it right

[D.o.S.]

got'em.

wait that's me.

[echorec]

Or you know, you could not care so much about things that have relatively little impact on your life

Or you know, maybe I suffer from psychosis, which is triggered by poorly-calculated and irresponsible clothing choices. Maybe your collective indulgences do not, in fact, have "little impact on [my] life." Maybe such things actually have a paramount significance to my daily mode of operation.

Maybe when I see a pair of camo cargo shorts or some sleazy pumps on an otherwise classy outfit, then I am lost to the thick red mist. Maybe I can't even go out in public anymore without wearing a pair of Italian-tailored horse blinders, lest be I subjected to the horror show that is modern dress. Perhaps I've grown tired of wheezing into a paper bag every time I see the unapologetically, unholy trinity of unclipped toenails, 10-year old flip flops, and some 300-lb bridge troll's mustard-stained sweatpants. Perhaps I have to carry around the Chesterfield Club's 1885 anthology of classical shirt-scarf pairings, as an emergency measure against a potential anxiety attack.

So you know, like maybe your comment was just a bit insensitive / myopic / premature, when the stifling trauma of my disorder is actually taken into account.

[Strange Tales]

Solid post.

[lordgalvar]

Have we discussed knitted necklace lighter holders?

My old gutter hippie acquaintance, Shroomy, used to flic his bic from one.

[D.o.S.]

gratuitous eyelashes noted and appreciated.

[psychic vampire.]

Disregard that, i actually suck cocks.

And am getting over a really bad trip

[D.o.S.]

99.9& sure it's sarcasm, PV.

[gnomethrone]

This thread seems like the place to ask if I should go see the grateful dead with john mayer this summer. Also echorec: my wardrobe would make you weep big salty tears all over your cravat.

[D.o.S.]

idk man I'd probably go to see the Grateful Meher.

[echorec]

Also echorec: my wardrobe would make you weep big salty tears all over your cravat.

Hour 1: a pair of sexy hunks discretely whisk you away in a sleek black van (black like a Parisian handbag, not black like faded 1980s Reeboks that the millennials think are cool)

Hours 2-20: dry bath, shampoo, piggy gets the hose. follicle remix. rigorous exercise. various cram sessions: color coordination, fabric history, dos & donts of manscaping, et cetera

Hours 21-39: colon cleansing, yada yada yada lite torture, intense juicing session, tailor consultation

Hour 40: catch & release is complete, when your rescue team reintroduces you to the world, sporting the vagrant makeover supreme