OK, Here's a story on STUPID BOB

[Lightning Rod]

OK, here's a story on STUPID BOB.

It was the early '70's. Our band was the Freefall Lyric Ensemble. I can't remember who thought of the pretentious name. It was probably me.

We travelled in entourage in those years. About ten of us went to Kat's Farm one weekend to woodshed. Kat was a fan and supporter of the band. She let us use her farm just north of Dallas to rehearse. It was Spring, I think.

Our keyboard player was Virginia Speed (real name) and her brother was named Rick. We woke up Saturday morning to see Rick in his peyote hat. Rick had been living in Austin where, in those days, there was a bootleg laboratory on every block making mescaline by means of soaking peyote buds in the bathtub in a solution of benzine to extract the alkaloid. The resulting white crystals would be put in large capsules for consumption.

Rick's Mescalito hat looked like a peyote button, green with little white tufts. He began to chant. In his hand was a pile of capsules full of mescaline. Most of them were double ought caps--about 300 mg of mescaline, which is a healthy dose. But the Austin labs were not known for uniformity or quality control. One of the caps was a triple ought containing perhaps 500 mg of the psychedelic substance.

Rick began passing the caps out. When he came to STUPID BOB, one of the caps was the big one. BOB pointed to it and said, "I want That One." It was a classic case of your eyes being bigger than your stomach. Mescaline is known to cause nausea. Vomiting is often the way the psychedelic experience begins.

The next time I saw STUPID BOB, he was on his knees under the shade tree in the front yard. He was barfing his guts out. He would give a couple of heaves and then curse heaven, shooting god the finger and then a couple of more heaves and he would curse hell and flip the bird to the devil. It was the perfect physical expression of the existential dilemma.

That's why they call him STUPID BOB.

[STUPID BOB]

The next time I saw STUPID BOB, he was on his knees under the shade tree in the front yard. He was barfing his guts out. He would give a couple of heaves and then curse heaven, shooting god the finger and then a couple of more heaves and he would curse hell and flip the bird to the devil. It was the perfect physical expression of the existential dilemma.

That's why they call him STUPID BOB.

At least I'm consistant?

[stilltrucking]

I should change my name to stupid jack

spent my first window pane trip reading Nietzsche

spent my first peyote experience sitting in a class 'statistics for the behavioral sciences.'

I been watching my eyes lately, since I decided to switch from continence to celibacy,

watching the saccadic suppression

of my eye balls

breasts, ass, breasts crotch......

[Lightning Rod]

FreeFall Lyric Ensemble

STUPID BOB upper right
LR bottom

[stilltrucking]

"Old friends are golden, new friends are silver."

[jimboloco]

zen stupid
wasted youth
it is good

[stilltrucking]

when words crawl off the edge of the page and hit the floor
And my words fell out of my mouth and shattered on the floor
I was so close that night
but lust got in my way
now thirty two years latter
Zen like an old friend
shatters my fear


*******
to be distilled
going to work on that
boil my vainity out of it
and maybe there is a ku in there
*********
the mystery to me
is why
I feel I have known you forever

[jimboloco]

not in the biblickal sense, tho
i thanks you. what, pray tell, is a KU from a MU from a WU?

[stilltrucking]

not in the biblickal sense, tho

good point

i thanks you. what, pray tell, is a KU from a MU from a WU?

It is all Greek to me, makes me think of the Greek letter Sigma for some reason. Wu , that rhymes with walk, and tha tis why I opened this text box. Now all I got to do is figure how to get my shoes on.

Mom was always telling me "It's is too late." Maybe she was speaking for herself. For years I have thought she was speaking about me. I got a lot to learn, the little practice I got going tells me I got time enough. But I wasted a lot of time thinking it was too late.

"cowboys are special with their own kind of misery
sadly in search and one step in back of
themselves and their slow moving dreams
.......you can wake in the arms of a nightmare
knowing well that your best days are gone"

walking is a controlled fall

not talk talk talk
but walk walk walk
wu way? (Wei)

[jimboloco]

wu wei
which wei did she go pilgrim
event and emotion
what's the story
you wake in the arme of a n ightmare
an you realise: your best days are gone, man,
it's a matter of opinion imean, were over the hill and cruisin on down in a fall that's bound to wind up at the bottom of
the great abyss abyssinia abyssium how does it go?
thankyou at least, friend.

[jimboloco]

knowing you a long while
well it becomes a history
letters used to be writ
in past times

trancepersonal waves
perennial truth
common splashing
palm clapping in the river
drum beats splashing

in a smoke high

[creativesoul]

good job my friend- on this gray day here in oregon- i have met a few stupid bobs and now i am reluctant to meet anyone- i know that you are helping me out- and i thank you-

[Doreen Peri]

Ten years later, and Jana kicks this top up to the top of the page? Wow.

Well, I'm glad it's here because it gives me the opportunity to tell everyone that Stupid Bob has been ill. I'm very worried about him.

Please send some healing energy his way.... Please.

I miss him and I want to see him well and healthy.

[creativesoul]

No problem- -

[still.trucking]

Sorry to hear that. I wish him well. For what that is worth.