What do you fear?

[quote=“the bear”]

I don’t understand a word of this…I mean I know what the individual words mean but somehow I can’t grasp the sum of the hole.[/quote]
It’s a play on that ghastly Steven King nonsense “Pet Semetary”. A book that the Chief has actually READ! :roflmao:

[quote=“Buttercup”]

(
You read the book?
Hehehe.)[/quote]

Whaaaaat?
Something wrong with reading a good old Stephen King book?
What are you, a second year English major?

Never mind horror films, I can think of about 30 different places where there aren’t enough handjobs…

[quote=“the chief”][quote=“Buttercup”]

(
You read the book?
Hehehe.)[/quote]

Whaaaaat?
Something wrong with reading a good old Stephen King book?
What are you, a second year English major?

Never mind horror films, I can think of about 30 different places where there aren’t enough handjobs…[/quote]

It’s a lost art, some would say a dying art.

Snakes and spiders, but not cockroaches.
I fear the economy right now, hence not being able to save enough.
I don’t necessarily fear death, just experiencing it in a painful way.

Wait a darned minute! That’s in a STEVEN KING book? With the mean zombie kitty and everything? He’s stealing my thoughts?

I should do something. I’m going to hang around his house and wait for his car to flip on ice and then I’m going to drag his broken body to my house and nurse him back to health. He can write something nice for a change!

Something wrong with reading a good old Stephen King book?

I read all my mum’s when I got the measles.

[quote=“Buttercup”]Wait a darned minute! That’s in a STEVEN KING book? With the mean zombie kitty and everything? He’s stealing my thoughts?

I should do something. I’m going to hang around his house and wait for his car to flip on ice and then I’m going to drag his broken body to my house and nurse him back to health. He can write something nice for a change!

Something wrong with reading a good old Stephen King book?

I read all my mum’s when I got the measles.[/quote]

Wait, even better, get him to take you to Senior Prom, and…

Or take him for a drive in that old car you bought and lovingly restored…

OR move into his hometown and open up an antique store that has things that are special…

Or have a car accident and go into a coma for like five freakin years and when you wake up, be able to predict the future and then when he runs for President…

Or go of to an eerie out-of-season hotel, take a crap, and wait for him to come crashing through the bathroom door screaming “HEEERRRESSSSSSS JIMI!”

Yeah, I’ll call it ‘Carnegies’ (no apostrophe).

Wait. I’m gripped by the fear that the staff coffee shop’s going to run out of decent flavoured muffins. Dengxia, lao pengyous!

[quote=“TheGingerMan”]I fear running out of time. There’s never enough, and it’s all exponential from here on in.
The worst possible enemy is the face on the clock.[/quote]
AAARGYH!
Ticking away,
The moments that make up a dull day,
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around
On a piece of ground in your hometown
Waiting for someone or something to take you away.

Jesus! What’s even WORSE is that I didn’t even need to google the words.

Prescient. And total, TOTAL Flob. It should be the signature tune for the site.

Except, of course, that there 'aint a body here who can grip, throttle and goddamn strangulate a Strat like Gilmore in his supreme ecstacy. For which we will always be thankful.

flob.com ‘Boredom you can cut with a scalpel!’

Don’t hate me! You wouldn’t like it if you hated me.

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I’d something more to say.

And that wasn’t googled, either.

And fuck me sideways if it still doesn’t make me tear up 30 years on.
I’M AN OLD GODDAMN HIPPY, BUTTERCUP! And I’m

PROUD!

One day you’ll get this. When you’re old, too, but hopefully well before. And you have the advantage of time.

The problem with Buttercup was that she got it when she was 15. No carefree time-wasting, just the crushing pressure of total freedom. My brain is like my eyes without contact lenses. I need personality LASIK.

Don’t hate me! You wouldn’t like it if you hated me.

And that wasn’t googled, either.

And fuck me sideways if it still doesn’t make me tear up 30 years on.
I’m AN OLD GODDAMN HIPPY, BUTTERCUP! And I’m

PROUD!

One day you’ll get this. When you’re old, too, but hopefully well before. And you have the advantage of time.[/quote]
Oh wow, I can just see Buttercup at Sandman’s age, regurgitating f.com threads verbatim.
Beautiful!
:roflmao:

Don’t hate me! You wouldn’t like it if you hated me.

And that wasn’t googled, either.

And fuck me sideways if it still doesn’t make me tear up 30 years on.
I’m AN OLD GODDAMN HIPPY, BUTTERCUP! And I’m

PROUD!

One day you’ll get this. When you’re old, too, but hopefully well before. And you have the advantage of time.[/quote]
Oh wow, I can just see Buttercup at Sandman’s age, regurgitating f.com threads verbatim.
Beautiful!
:roflmao:[/quote]

It’s not beautiful, it’s tiring and it makes you old and tired, even when you’re still a teenager. And the choices you have to make are fairly stark. Surviving your worst fear isn’t liberating; it hobbles you for life.

And you, you oversized Canookian wolf-keeper. You too. You look into your half-caste’s eyes and you tell me true – TRUE – that those stupid hippy Roger Water meanderings don’t strike a chord somewhere.
Ah! Fuck it. I’m off to pick him up. He’ll see me, his wee face will break into a smile hotter than the sun, and the Flobbish musings will take their rightful place in the cosmos.
We need to hook Willow up with the mini-sandman, by the way. It would be very very nice indeed.

[quote=“Buttercup”]

It’s not beautiful, it’s tiring and it makes you old and tired, even when you’re still a teenager. And the choices you have to make are fairly stark. Surviving your worst fear isn’t liberating; it hobbles you for life.[/quote]
Ahh! Love! Jeez, lady! I wish I could be in front of your beautiful face right now to tell you how wrong you are. Serious. WRONG.

No kidding. Me too. It was nicely encapsulated in that song though. What? You thought your mum and dad never had those sentiments? Tell you, girl, we maybe didn’t have soundbites in those days, but we had our touchstones. The old Floyd were latecomers. Here Comes Your 19th Nervous Breakdown? What year was that? Plus ca change, plus ca meme chose and screw the accents. Same old shit. Listen to Johnny C. Drive on.Don’t mean Nothin’. Drive on.

[quote=“sandman”]And you, you oversized Canookian wolf-keeper. You too. You look into your half-caste’s eyes and you tell me true – TRUE – that those stupid hippy Roger Water meanderings don’t strike a chord somewhere.
Ah! Fuck it. I’m off to pick him up. He’ll see me, his wee face will break into a smile hotter than the sun, and the Flobbish musings will take their rightful place in the cosmos.
We need to hook Willow up with the mini-sandman, by the way. It would be very very nice indeed.[/quote]
Yep, we should. Mom’s here till Monday, meaning all of next week I’m playing catch up. After that, I’m game. :slight_smile:

Knowing something makes no difference. It all makes up the human condition and goes back farther than pop music. I barely knew them - God knows what went on behind their faces, but I understand your point.

I don’t feel fear, but I do feel severe disorientation and disassociation under certain circumstances. Kids learn to dim adrenal stimuli where fight or flight responses are not possible. Not posting to a bunch of nutters on the net what provokes that - you have to let me gaze on Helen, if you want my soul. :laughing:

Bored people are boring people. Most of my friends are too busy to be bored. Flobbing is respite from a busy life, not an extension of one’s personal tedium. Well, in a perfect world, anyway.

As for fear? Anyone with kids knows fear. I was fearless 10 years ago. Times have changed.