well, if I dig, I might disturb the roots, like when Geordie from the Enterprise dropped in on Kunta Kinte. Lavar Burton trips ballz with Lavar Burton lol.
Aww man, I hate it when the roots stick up above ground and you trip over them. I always trip on things...rocks, ice, muchrooms...It's amazing I haven't gotten a stubbed toe or anything...heh hehh
hahahaha a little cheese dickin eh? I've bullshitted for hours a time or two or three or four and quite many more. Go to a music festival with a bunch of people dosing, you'll become incredibly fluent in the ways of hippy babbling by the end of it.
Ah, The End, one of my favorite songs from The Doors. I like that when you're like tripping or gettinng high, just opening doors man, over and over again. Going forward, getting new experiences, keep on moving, keep on trucking, yoohoo!!!
loving the edge raisein the dreads keep me montained and we'll call it over stover cryin pryin lyin zion brah.
Zion is for religious zealots of the Christian variety. Variety is the spice of life. I like spices, they help make food taste yummy. Yummy food makes people happy. Happy people don't start wars. Star Wars is awesome, most people say but I don't really find it interesting. This thread is interesting.
I'm not a mean person, on an average day, if that's what you mean, but, then again, I've never encountered an average day. I've had extraordinary days, like the day I met Felicia Day from Doctor Horrible's Sing-Along Blog. blogging tends to bog down my productivity, but I don't work in the swamp, nor am I swamped with work. All work and no play makes Charlie a unicorn! Charlie don't surf.
He does now. And now I am back. Back to the front. See how that works? Not work-work like 9 to 5 work, or twerk-twerk like those media mogul jerks but not the Circle Jerks either. Oooh, kinky. Something about cover songs and David Lee Roth meets the Rothschilds. Bazinga!
Let Your Hair Down Slow down, you move too fast, You got to make the morning last, Skipping down the cobblestones, Looking for fun and feeling groovy! Far out, freaky, and funky for sure, After, taking a few more bong hits! The wind is blowing hard, can't light it! So, slow down there, enjoy the view, Drop out, tune in, come and feel the vibes. Mother Nature is calling to us all to join her, Let your hair fall down, as low as it can go, Take your cloths off if it makes you comfortable, For Childhood's End is never-ending, in Never-never land! Our feet sculpt the earth, as the way shapes our feet, Many paths, one mountain, as each ascends the stairway to heaven. The Gathering is just up ahead, past the Grateful Dead, And, through the Gateway to Paradise, Where a hidden treasure awaits us all. We Love You!!! Welcome Home!!! (Simon and Garfunkel)
Far out but not too far out cuz then we lose track of where we came from or some self-righteous Haterade shit like that. Ya know, like haters, the people who can’t stand to see you progress but that’s because they’re the opposite of pro which would be con, Congress! So you get the picture, no wonder we never got along. Fuck the man, man, but not you, man, the other man, ya dig?