> Hmmm. Thanks and giggles fer der birthday messages, oh cyber family of my pc
> overies. On subject of thirty-year reunion re flower happenstancry as per
> haight/ashbury plexus: I have remarkably remnantly miniscule sentimentality
> left for that time and or place, which ever comes first in this
> non-sequential universe. And on the homepage for this weekend's summer of
> love thingy, I was totally gagged and disgusted with the teutonic/milk carton
> seriousness of it all. What a bunch of pompous assholes these geriatric
> hippies be! Listen: I was there! I knew these old boys! All they wanted of
> young beautiful girls such as I was then was to fuck em! Lecture them;
> recite their accomplishments as streets fighters/bohemians; take em to a
> restaurant; then fuck em. You still see a lot of this in the rainbow, too.
> These old geezers with not so much a hard on but rigor mortise that
> especially effects the penis and the cerebral cortex "HELPING" these young
> pretty things. It is like instead of having a party, these self-appointed
> hippy elders gotta pretend to save the lost teens. GET OVER IT! A "Be In"
> is a celebration of the existential now, void and all. But in true corporate
> mentality, these folks have to have an agenda. Well....... As Bob Dylan
> says: "Everyone knows you have to be honest to live out side the law." I
> highly recommend to all adults that if you want to save children: (a), use
> birthcontrol; pay your own childsupport bills, (b); (c), find and nourish
> your own innerchild; and, (d), don't follow leaders (sic: don't vote in
> anymore gonstermachers who won't sign anti landmine treaties.) Besides: I've
> heard it from my sister and brother high holy buds that the only non-bogus
> summer of love happening will be on OCT. 23. So here I am on my birthday
> trying to get the utility bed off my newly purchased truck so I can put the
> gypsy house on. Oh for a torch! Fire! I bring you Fire! Love, Miranda,
> Raven She Who Is Grinding Away on Her Birthday.
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