You're Not A Real Hippy

I know what you mean, in fact, I got heavier into drugs to become less naive. I wanted to try drugs like LSD etc. to learn more but I have never had the chance to find them so I think I subconsciously pressed the pause button on my growth. I spent a good year and a half trying to get some instead of learning more. Still haven't found any of those kind of substances by the way.

 

I like Jersey better. New York is not industrial enought pour moi.

 

well whatever.
I think we have all made out points on this matter.

I don't even have any ill will towards pushit. I do have some for xexon however, who I hope catches AIDS and dies so we'll be rid of that self righteous cocksucker once and for all.

 

Why am I wearing a Santa hat and look the Chairman Mao?

 

I've never thought that I could live in a big city, but if I had to for some reason it would be either NYC or San Francisco. Talk about exact opposites.

 

Lack of sleep maybe.

 

go to San Francisco. scoring acid there is as easy as falling in love.

 

I don't fall in love easily and I no longer do drugs.

 

I hear great things about SF, street performers and drum circles, billboards with fags on them... A more open minded place.

 

hey, I feel exactly the same. they are my two favorite American cities. I think they're similar in some respects. I would live there again.

 

There's a thread in the Conspiracy forum about people who deny any link between HIV and AIDS right now going on. I think Xexon posted in it. Feel free to cluster post in it, if you so wish.

 

I celebrated my 53rd birthday in the Haight-Ashbury district.

 

I enjoyed both cities and I'm a small town boy.

 

I don't look for love at all, I thought I had the woman of my dreams and then the bitch moved. Dated some piece of shit and got knocked up, I was willing to be homeless in her town to be with her just because I liked her so much. Waste of time.

 

I wasn't talking to you, since I understand you're a friend of Bill W. I was talking to the minor who I just called wet behind the ears, trying to give him a hand in finding some powerful psychedelic drugs.

 

That was the legs in the storefront pic, eh?

I'm dying to go there.

 

Cool, I bet that was nice.

 

I caught that after I posted. My bad. Sorry.

 

I avoid that place generally, but thanks. maybe I will.

I suppose it's the jews conspiring again, right?

 

I'm dying to go back.