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Originally posted by Greedy,Greedy,Greedy
You see, even in your hippy days you were well on your way to being a patriarchal Republican stuffed shirt.
Until you have been out on a field at dawn with a spinning hippy chick singing "try and catch the wind", you have not tripped through a woman's (or at least a SHC's) eyes. You must have been one of the Macho Doors and Hendrix tripping into the depths of the night types. Acid sunrises with a girl with soft skin and Donovan had much to recommend them.
So it was in the day.
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Until you've had sex on mushrooms while a band in the basement blasts through Soul Sacrifice into You Don't Love Me/Soula Serenade while a couple hundred or so similarly tripped out freaks dance and scream in the backyard, you really haven't caught the magic of late night tripping. Sure, I love the daytime vibe of jamming to to a 70s Help/Slip/Franklins, but there's something particularly sensual about electric lights and heavy guitar and freaks running around bathed in only the colored lights from the stage. Is there anything more romantic than to look out the window of your room while having a post sex smoke and see a guy dancing to Fried Neckbones with a 7 ft tall inflatable tube of Crest toothpaste?
I'll take it either way - night or day.
This is why I need to get a place with a huge backyard and a pool.
