My hippie friend from Virginia is an animal-
Gone all of the time and on acid. His scar reminds me of my days in Africa and his recycling skills are better than mine.
His eyesight is cool. He says, "Take it, but leave it like you love it. It wasn't her fault"
My hippie friend from Virginia was trialed & troubled. He called out during the storm and had brown hair.
He always seemed busy too-
Electric, far away from any hue blue.
My hippie friend from Virginia rides his bike, intoxicated by the best flavors during a summer's midnight solstice. His pants say everything about him; mystery is on tap-
That was him and the nature of it
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everything you post makes the long wait in between completely worth it.
I'm hyped that you've become a regular.
"aaaawwwww"....she said, feeling all warm and fuzzy.....
you're like a good book that gets read one, tiny little chapter at a time.
~thank you~
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