sahcruz is chating with bestfriends...
i want to follow the wind..and live my life with nature!!!
How I did it: I don't remember....................!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!???????????????????????????????????????????...................................................%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%?????????????????????????????????.............................! Read how I did it…
Doglover145 is becoming a hippie
How I did it: To become the true hippie, you must look deep inside yourself. You must think about the good in every problem you face. Its all about love, peace, and happieness. You can wear bell bottom jeans and tie-die shirts. Love the rainbow colors and share you love for everyone. Read how I did it…
How I did it: I realized that everyone does this. We sit around and listen to music, and just revel in the world around us. And if you don't you should. Try it out. Sit down in your room with the window open and listen to some music. Such as Lucky Dube, A Fine Frenzy, Feist, Lily Allen, Jack Johnson, Jason Mraz. Read how I did it…
sahcruz is chating with bestfriends...
i want to follow the wind..and live my life with nature!!!
I don’t feel that I want to ‘become’ something else, I just want to ‘be’ myself. I am a free-spirited soul, who is trapped in a parochial school in the suburbs of New Jersey. I don’t know anybody who shares the same ideas and beliefs as I do. Few challange the norm, and those who do, are challanging ‘good’ structure for reasons that are crude and unnecessary.
The only time I feel as if I belong is when I venture out and take the train to nearby Philadelphia, (for those who know the area) to South Street, which is an eclectic area of the city filled with an abundance of thrift stores and crazy-colored hair.
I feel as if I belong in another time, in another place. I confuse myself at times, thinking about things I want to do, and things I wish I could do. If anybody has any suggestions or ideas, please e-mail me—heyitspayton@aim.com
I’ve been wondering, lately, what exactly it means to “be” a hippie.
The freedom to be one’s self without worrying about what others think.
A love for all living being, human or otherwise.
If we start with just those two, I’m still not there yet.
It’s not really something you can check off of a list. It’s much more gradual. I might not even know it if I ever get there.
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I’d like to join a group of hippies, but there are none around where I live. Would you like to form a group, meet up, and be hippies together?
I had long suspected that success vis a vis this goal was imminent, but my achievement was publicly affirmed on Saturday by a truck full of young gentlemen of a certain age, who publicly hailed myself and a small group of my peers with a rousing chorus of that well-known classic “Hey You Fucking Hippie Faggots”. We rejoined with various slogans of greater or lesser eloquence, and then repaired in good humor to a wooded area, where we were engaged by a larger assemblage of our fellow hippie faggots in sundry pastimes such as braiding intricate daisy chains, playing guitar in the flamenco style of Catalan, inhaling the fumes of various types of ignited plant matter, et cetera.
I really do love Joni Mitchell.
This seems to be a major work in progress. Aside from the music, which I’m all over apparently.