(n) a 4-day folk festival in eastern central new york state (some say upstate). it is the best annual hippie gathering with tons of great bands and tens of thousands of people of every type (except neo-cons, conservatives, baby killers, etc.) on the biggest hill in the world. desert heat in day, alpine cold at night, and the coolest(not as in cold) weather this side of the moon. music and parties and love and food and frisbee. expencieve as shit, though. and tents. thousands upon thousands of tents.
"at falcon ridge this summer we've inraged the falcon gods
tents have turned to creeping crawling body snatchen pods"
-moxy fruvous
tents have turned to creeping crawling body snatchen pods"
-moxy fruvous
by annon. January 17, 2004
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by annon. January 22, 2004
(n)a bastardization of children. it means the same thing, though is not used in a derogitory fasion (they're just children), mostly in a way similar to "homey," only with older to younger rather than equal to equal. it is good to be a group of chidren.
ok chidren, its time to eat
by annon. January 18, 2004
The best drink in existance.
Take the juice form one bottle of Ol' Janx Spirit.
Pour into it one measure of water from the seas of Santraginus V.
Allow three cubes of Arcturan Mega-gin to melt into the mixture (it must be properly iced or the benzine is lost).
Allow four liters of Fallian marsh gas to bubble through it, in memory of all those happy hikers who have died of pleasure in the Marshes of Fallia.
Over the back of a silver spoon float a measure of Qualactin Hypermint extract, redolent of all the heady oders of the dark Qualactin Zones, subtle, sweet, and mystic.
Drop in the tooth of an Algolian Suntiger. watch it dissolve, spreading the fires of the algolian suns deep into the heart of the drink.
Sprinkle zamphour.
Add an olive.
Drink... but... very carefully.
Take the juice form one bottle of Ol' Janx Spirit.
Pour into it one measure of water from the seas of Santraginus V.
Allow three cubes of Arcturan Mega-gin to melt into the mixture (it must be properly iced or the benzine is lost).
Allow four liters of Fallian marsh gas to bubble through it, in memory of all those happy hikers who have died of pleasure in the Marshes of Fallia.
Over the back of a silver spoon float a measure of Qualactin Hypermint extract, redolent of all the heady oders of the dark Qualactin Zones, subtle, sweet, and mystic.
Drop in the tooth of an Algolian Suntiger. watch it dissolve, spreading the fires of the algolian suns deep into the heart of the drink.
Sprinkle zamphour.
Add an olive.
Drink... but... very carefully.
by annon. February 09, 2004
by annon. November 04, 2004