BrEkers, Tell Me All About G*.

Sweet.

Quite so.

BrEkers may disagree.

I am completely toasted and it makes no sense.

Who the fuck is BrEkers?

Bryan Ekers I presume.

Alice…?

Is G* related to C#?

Does it make less sense than all the other witnessing?
Why isn’t this in Great Debates?

While reading this post, my last chakra gate burst open. This post’s oreo cookie-esque sandwich of meaning and non-meaning has cleared my mind of all illusion, and I have now achieved enlightenment. I have chosen to remain on earth as a bodhisattva. Thank you adhay!

Great - now I’ve got that somg stuck in my head. Thanks a lot.

If I start drinking, will the OP start making sense? stares suspiciously at her bottle of soda

I think the way I feel about the OP may be similar to the way my friends Reb and Kiri felt about my ability to watch Pink Floyd’s The Wall while sober and enjoy it. I would like to thank adhay for that revelation. Now if y’all will excuse me, I think I’ll go see if I can find an online copy of Alice in Wonderland which the filter at work doesn’t recognize as entertainment: I need to borrow the caterpillar’s hookah.

You don’t have to choose.

Regards,
Shodan

Do we have to bring Santa into our lunatic rants already? It’s not even Halloween yet!

So, is G* then the secret chord? That David played, and it pleased the lord? But, you don’t really care for music, do ya?

(And anyway, didn’t it go like this: the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift?)

I think he means Bricker, he’s just drunk-typing.

Knowing whether or not Santa is bringing me my Chirstimas drugs is important in figuring out how to ration my Halloween drugs.

What about the magic turkey that brings the Thanksgiving drugs?
Hmmm?
Everyone forgets about the magic turkey.

Cross over, BrEckers. All are welcome. Aaaaaall welcome. Go into the light. There is peace and serenity in the light.

I thought that some of the metaphysical imagery was particularly effective. Oh…. and um, interesting rhythmic devices, too, which seemed to counterpoint the, er… Counterpoint the surrealism of the underlying metaphor of the, um… Vogonity. Sorry. Of the poet’s compassionate soul which contrived through the medium of the verse structure to sublimate this, transcend that and come to terms with the fundamental dichotomies of the other. And one is left with a profound and vivid insight into… err… Into whatever it was … …that the post was about!

Throw him out the airlock.