caldwell anyone that hasn't realized that peace has not and will not be given a chance 000305
misstree anyone who thinks that if you can't save the world from its pain, you may as well try to heal a few wounds, make a piss-poor life a feel little better. 000706
josef hippy, ref, ken kesey marijuana busted acid dropping hippy 031205
Ha see the whole thing is a world full of rucksack wanderers, Dharma Bums refusing to subscribe to the general demand that they consume production and therefore have to work for the privilege of consuming, all that crap they didn't really want anyway such as refrigerators, TV sets, cars,…and general junk you finally always see a week later in the garbage anyway, all of them imprisoned in a system of work, produce, consume, work, produce, consume, I see a vision of a great rucksack revolution thousands or even millions of young Americans wandering around with rucksacks, going up to mountains to pray, making children laugh and old men glad, making young girls happy and old girls happier, all of 'em Zen Lunatics who go about writing poems that happen to appear in their heads for no reason and also by being kind and also by strange unexpected acts keep giving visions of eternal freedom to everybody and to all living creatures.
Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums, 1958 (Yes, that's just part of one sentence!)
silly i want to fuck a dirty hippy!!!!!!!!!!!! 040625
wurvo dirty hacky sacks granola eagle's nest camp dreadlocks men wearing skirts smiling piercings music grateful dead dad wmnf ultimate frisbee woodstock concert holding hands waving protests peace signs no blood for oil sixties john lennon pot the electric koolaid acid test mike hyers bell bottoms skirts paisley 60's love man dude together free love drop city communes organic nature oils open barefoot birkenstocks patches cutoffs phish danny string cheese incident granny glasses sex hair tie dye beads hemp guitars and singing folk music bob dylan the band meditate incense flowers LSD epitome of 040926
misstree generous curves to hold up hulas and spin the whole world round, pitchers of sweet cool nectar, the most rolling hills shed morning fogs of jealousy over the gentle undulations from rib to thigh. 050720
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