Hey, I'm Colin, and I'm the youngest hippy-type person I know! I have the beaded curtains, a hookah and the works in my room! I love appreciating music, art, freedom, being a circle (not a square), and letting my spirit free! i wish I lived in the 60's lol!
hey, if thats what hes into than great for him. if he can find something he really likes, maybe u should leave the kid alone.
that's realy gr8 .. i think we're similar in many ways ...i wonder who's wounger u or me !!! hold on on those thoughts dude !
Hookah's remind me of an old song from my land (Catalonia, Spain)... It's a reggae sung in Catalan, so I'll translate it... It's quite funny! The original song is titled “La catximba”, which means “hookah”, and it's by the band called Umpah-pah. Here it is! I want to live among grass, I want to raise my orchard, yeah! And I'm inducing to the spirit of freedom. It seems and old and sweet dream of love of a grumpy, mangy, shock-headed, snouted, hippie old man... I've got nothing left to lose inside these four walls, just it's flooding me with value the fact of being between bars to end up by escaping of this world. I ignite my laugh with a good wax match, of course! I've got nothing left to do any more, it seems that I can't change sidewalk. Do not breathe if it's not maria! The rasta shade has never had any envy to the joyful body. Live only! Inside a hookah, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep... I want to run among the gladiols that die brimming with spirit of pollen. Delightly prisoned, I am mad, and I know what's left, to keep on to the taste of, to the taste, to the taste of someone who flees, to taste of, to taste of, to taste of someone who flees going little by little, little by little, little by little, little by little... I'll be careful to be happy at least a quarter in me, or maybe with a good friend, Without any retaste retaste retaste, only a quarter with me, without any displeasure. I ignite my laugh with a good wax match, of course! I've got nothing left to do any more, it seems that I can't change sidewalk. Do not breathe if it's not maria! The rasta shade has never had any envy to the joyful body. Live only! Inside a hookah, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep... Never it's too late to live nude with me, we'll only sleep burning a good stubble of angelina. Dark green smoke, we go smoking, the two go smoking. Dark green smoke, we go smoking, the two go smoking. Dark green smoke, we go smoking, the two go smoking... Inside a hookah, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep,... The profile without any outline has dirty hidden rags, you just know it. The universe dies, then inside a hookah, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep,.. The pride for good, the blood takes sharply... The pride for good, the blood takes sharply... good night, snail! A badass translation, the lyrics, very weird, innit? In Catalan sounds very well, however...
