abbie hoffman

You're a dumbass.

 

I agree totally. BTW: Pablo, I thought you were dead. Did I mention that I have a signed copy of Steal This Book, and a vintage copy of Woodstock Nation?

 

Is what you learned from abbie how to call people dumbass.Maybe we haven't changed.

 

We? Hey man, don't lump me in with everybody else. Some change, some don't. It's called life and there are no absolutes and exceptions to every rule.

We are all individuals, however collectively we may be judged.

Got it? Good. Peace.

 

Dear Templedragon, I argree in spades.
The aforementioned Ms. "Carpet Cleaner?" is it?.....
Is rather quick on the trigger and also appears to hail from Romania.

Please forgive her ejaculatory candor, What most really don't understand about dear Abbie, is that he had the rarist of qualities, scarcer even today,.....a sense of humor.

Bless the beasts and the children!

 

Ejaculatory? Thanks, my vocabulary has been expanded!

 

Thanks!,...that's it???
Oh Baby,....I racked my soul over the moist coals of dendrite neurochemical madness for that one!

Damn! it's hard to be the offshoot and crippled decendant of Neal Cassidy and Allen Ginsburg!!!

"Use words the cops don't understand!, they'll bust ya anyway,...but with style!!!!!"

 

Dendrite neurochemical madness? Ooh, that's the best kind, that's for sure!

Well, now that I have imbibed on the sweet breath of the Spirit, I will share that I appreciate the way your cerebral capacitor exounds linguisticalish (OK, I made that one up) verbage, vociferously and vehemently assaulting the insiduously inflammatory rhetoric of the before mentioned hemposapien (I made that one up too, because I am a Libra and I like things to cum in pears) and render me a quivering morass of gristle, muscle and bone.

Every sub-atomic carbon particle of my material vessel is resonating on a vibratory frequency reminiscient of the wave pulse love vibrations emenated with frequency from the Haight Ashbury (I hate Ashbury!) love-ins (I'm in love!).

Just Give Pizza Chance, TD

P.S. You qualify for a guran-double-damn-tee'd free house call from the Good Karma Doctor (don't eat the brown antacid!)

 

Yeah, Pablo Escobar is dead. He was shot on a roof-top scurrying like the rat he was. Write him in-care-of his bed-mate-in-hell, Bertie the Bunyip.

Are people from Seattle all mentally-challenged? Must be the constant rain.

 

I'ma gonna need a visit from the good doctor karma ship here fairly soon, I done bust muh back in the nature of linguistic exponential.

I give pizza a chance.
I give peas a chance,
I keep givin whirred Peas a chance,
but the powers that be never got the joy of cooking down right!!!

P.S. Wuz that Brown antacid a sandoz deal,...?

I shoulda listened to Wavy Gravy, he had substance that flowed!!!!

Love Laughter and Lightness of being is the hippie way!!!

Dig.

 

Hey, I knew you, Aaron. I knew Paul Krassner, Abbie Hoffman, Jerry Rubin and others from the lower east side in the late 60's. I lived on the corner of east third street and second avenue in a loft above the yiddish music store. Then I lived on east 6th st. bet. ave. a and 1st avenue.

And I am still alive and well, living in the tennessee mountains! And never ashamed of my past!

 

That's good to hear, must've been some heady times in the city back then, big contrast between that and the tennessee mountains!

 

Hmmm...yeah, those were some times!...and now I desire peace, nature, the mountains, the birds, et al. I've lived many places in my life, traveled quite a bit, had businesses, became an RN. Oh yeah, was once elected to public office in DC, helped run folk festivals, danced, loved and love, and believe it or not - was once sued for 40 million dollars! - they lost- - -been involved in politics most of my life one way or another....and now here I dwell in the mountains with the sound of the stream.


do you know that the rockies are deflated in the evening and inflated in the morning.