Spiritual anarchist, soldier of the mental revolution, prophet, divinity in ambulatory meat, fat lazy bastard.-.-.-.-.-.- "Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing? Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing? Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing? They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow; the days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow. Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning, or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?" If those words do not move you, I'm guessing that you are dead inside.---------------------------------- I met an angel with a sawed-off shotgun
wanted by the FBI
we dropped some acid
killed our parents
then we hit the road..
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