The hippie hallucinatory

 

I refuse to spend another cent

On anything obnoxiously offered

On this industrialized planet.

Furthermore, I choose to abandon

All my belongings, accumulated

Unneeded through greedy means,

Burning the very clothes I wear,

To walk naked into the wilderness.

Won't you come starve and see

Trance of a hippie hallucinatory?

 

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Having grown up in the haze

Having grown up in the haze of the 'hippie hallucinatory' reading this brings back kaleidoscopic memories, having been a bit young to participate was an almost silent witness to all the goings on. Succeeding generations would have thaie own psychedelia but nothing compares to the madness of the pioneers.


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