a perfect day. may include hanging out with anyone even if they are dead....... anywhere in the world.. any year.. i just wanna hear what your perfect day would be like.. maybe its being at woodstock jamming with hendrix.. who the hell knows. i just think this woud be way cool... and be creative. much peace and love to everyone
Oh man oh man haha I would love to be in love with a nice girl and drinking sodas on the beach, or in a valley somewhere, and watch my son run around exploring. Throw in some guitar playing and its my perfect day! Oh, and some vanilla ice cream plz
The perfect weather, not too warm or cold, with a light breeze. In beautiful nature. As you said, jamming on woodstock would be perfect. Playing and dancing with the best. And make music with many people, i really enjoy that. A day that would never have to end. And in the evening being with a nice guy or sumthin. Btw, what would be your perfect day prettylittlehippy?
Beautifully sunny without being stiflingly hot. A light breeze in the air. I'd be at a huge hippie festival with a tribe of at least six other hippies-like at a modern day woodstock. We'd stay there all day to party, protest and hand out flowers and hugs. Peace and love guys...maybe one day my dream will come true.
aww these sound really good so far umm my perfect day would probably be outside where its warm and nice and flowers everywhere... at woodstock probably chillin with some friends and meeting new people who have really cool opinions.. idk something awesome.. jammin it up uhh yeah.. weed smiling laughing having a good time kisses hugs sex drugs and rock and roll. yep
kayaking/canoeing down the river with two dogs swimming and following us... and friends all around me...laughing and joking... ...flipping over and being drenched... arms hurting after miles... baby turtles...hawks...cows... raining...and sunshine... trees everywhere.... peaceful (camping in kentucky) ^_^
Hmm. Sunny, but not hot, a clearing in a forest. A bottle of pure LSD (yeah, keep dreamin). Spending the entire day watching this world mix with all the others beyond the psychedelic door.
Yeah it would definately have to include some LSD, some pot, and some beer. And a light breeze would help. Somewhere by a lake. Budhabee
I stay at home all day, in my dressing robes, listening to Lunar Aurora, then go out to kill a few right-wing politicians and go to bed. And I can eat as much soup as I want!
Hmm, my perfect day would start with a little group of other hippies sitting outside in the grass by my garden and singing Enya songs (she's my favorite) then piling into the car and taking a road trip up north to the Tsunami on the Square free arts festival for the art car parade and some free performances. Then head over to one of the hole-in-the-wall cafŽs for a bite to eat and some fresh fruit juice and then sitting in Courthouse Square for a be-in and passing out flowers, before falling asleep in the grass and spending the night outside under the night sky.
The darkened mist before the dawn of that day set in, an emassed conglomeration of friends surrounding me, walking to a step of unparrallel harmony akin to some cosmic triumph for humanity accross a great yard of bermuta and sonita grass, dampened by the droplets of early morning precipitaion gently glittering upward, the relflection of light from the full moons' clear as day shine, silohetted by the various constellations of that summer daybreak. Torches of black tainted cherry wood lighting up a porch with a poolside bridge leading in to a network of waterdens that illustrate various themes, from naturalistic, to acid funhouse to exquisit gothic faint, to barestone and skulls of amazon. An array of outdoor arcade apparatus laid out encircling a skate park of many funboxes, bowls half pipes, and coursefare sections. A huge stage set at the fore-end of all this, resting in front of a barrage of oak and maple breeds. A couple of nature-friendly built tree houses are set atop the cannopies as if a village of tree dwellers to look out among the awesome valley of bare rock, stream and forrest which blends together in a picture sacred to the ideals of being in existence, and perticularly breath taking while on mesciline. All the orange, red, yellow and tan, swaying in a breeze that side sets the flow of the eagle soaring north bound to a chippery spring where various species of the wild come to gace with their completely surreal and passive presence. Finally, a host of the greatest artists and groups to ever inspire others in the arts are summoned to ignite a days worth of partying most difficult to forget...no matter what. In fact, being able to bring them back, was that certain kick in everyones step. The whole day would be spent doing absolutely every wreckless, self embodying and completely righteous thing in one hell of a drugged up hell flung and farout celebration. At night it would be drawn to a close, with me tying fire sticks to my ankles and dropping into a halfpipe on a skateboard upside down into a pyramid of garbage cans, resting atop a launch patch hooked up to a trebuchet over a thousand feet tall, while on all kinds of drugs, and sends me flying off into the valley where I take a victory swig of jack daniels, parachute down into the wilderness, to once again awake the next day amongst open mother earth. My best day would be this dream aboard the landing craft just before storming the beach for others to mimic! Peace.
my perfect day... it includes meeting you all, brothers and sisters...talking to all of you.And in this day I will take my guitar and play and sing together with you, maybe dancing.By the sea...during that perfect day people will realize what exactly peace means and will stop all silly wars, and they will be friendly to everyone. A day without racism or rude attitude...without aggression.A day when people will stop killing animals and will see the beauty of nature at last.Also a day when I'll meet my dead beloved...a never-ending day like this would be just perfect
