They demolished my awesome castle, what with its back courtyard opening up to the Swamp that Transcends Space and Time, and Batman and Spiderman posted at the front gate. Their shit better be real.
Time for some candid pictures. *sneaks on the webcamz*
SUCCESS!
I often wonder about the glorification of hippies in the sixties. I mean, what was it REALLY like? To be completely natural, just the way we were made; sweaty, hairy, drugged out kids who laughed, loved, and had fun doing absolutely nothing. They went wherever the wind took them, they believed in beauty and connected with things I can't know about. They were utterly disconnected from the world but completely in tune with the planet. What were their personal demons like? Were they all happy? Did they wish for something else? Were there internal hippie standards they felt the need to conform to? I wonder how the world saw them, how children grew up amongst them. I wonder if it's possible to become one again. I know how my generation sees them, but nothing is as it seems. There's always the ugly side no one talks about.
Final Thoughts:
-I swooped on this 'Final Thoughts' from Av'ry. Thanks!
-I need to work on my summer assignment. FML. I honestly have done next to no work. I annotated exactly three pages of Dubliners. THAT'S IT. Get a move on, beezy! >:O
-I'm going up to my grandparent's for the next few days. Hopefully getting out of this shit hole will help my outlook on life. After all, my outlook on life is me main compensatory factor. But I know the psychological pattern. It plays havoc with me drum skins. (If you get that reference, I'll love you. Unless it's you, Miranda. Because you would. You SO would.)
-Good norning, world!
No comments:
Post a Comment