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Sunday, December 5, 2010

Hippies (2)


When hippies use drugs, they are transported to a mystical land full of pretty colors and psychedelicosity. Just look at those purty colors, man. Whoa.



Like, most hippies didn't know they were hippies until some one told them in a song, man. It started when Alan Ginsberg, Maharishi, Bob Dylan, Ira Ram Dass, ABBA, and, like, the sultans of cool, The Doors, all started listening to ancient water bong rhythms AND three different holy gurus rant about the Thardo Bodal - The Tibetan Book of Like, Wow! which was instant enlightenment through sacred LSD ingestion OR smoking the dried skin of Sahara bananas... at the same time! The catch was it all leads to NOthingness - if you can dig that. This message of "Make Love Not War in the Void" was propounded by such psych bands as Jefferson Starship, The Misunderstood, as well as smaller, unknown bands like the Beatles (Transgenders, man. Rebels!). We're talking, like, psychedelic music here. Catch my drift? If you can't SEE your music then you’re not listening to a psychedelic hippie tune. Like, in 1969, scientists from everywhere went near Woodstock to watch a truckload of hippies just totally funk out, man. There were groovy rhythms by hippie bands like The Who that drove thousands of hippies into a mating frenzy... man. I know I had fun.


Like, drugs, dude. DRUGS! Drugs were awesome. Hippies used drugs to attain Nirvana, which is like, totally freakin' awesome! Hippies got all the weed, pot, bongs, and deep fried banana peels from mystical lands of enchantment like Colombia and China. Like, hippies loved the government's "Make America Safe for Drugs" program in 1963-67. The drugs were so popular with hippies because of all the kaleidescope colors that they saw. Like, hippies will do anything to just watch psychedelic colors, man. Anything. 'Cause the colors are so pretty, and.... whoa... Anyway, when hippies light a joint their spirits are sent to the Mystical Land of All Things Trippin'. Hippies love this wonderful place so much, they never want to go, man. It's just so particularly excellent. You wouldn't want to leave either.
To be continued....
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