You might like the grape promethazine. I think it might be the new qualudes. maybe not with mango, though.

Let me just redirect back to the Soak in the Love topic..I was walking along the Swannanoah today and a huge whiff of some exotic flower smell..just bowled me over.. my dog smelled it too.

We both looked at eachother and I swear my dog gave me one of those “ain’t life grand ” dog smiles that only a being with a small brain can convey..for a brief moment life was complete..I didn’t care whether I lived or died,,and the swollen prostate I’ve been carrying around with me for the last decade evaporated and all was well in the universe…

Check out the spring this year..lotsa rain..the amazing blueridge paradise we live in is not to be missed…soak in the love man it’s alll around..

You gotta let me know where you were hiking.  Every time I walk near the Swannanoa River it smells like motor oil.

ya know that flower smell did have a little petroleum after smell to it..delicious

Went out last night..heard “Sons of Ralfy” I think that was thename of the band..was out doors..kids dancing around happier than should be allowed..freaky fun Americaa at it’s best..

Going to live after five..then a play..it seems every night there’s more stuff that I want to do than is humanly possible..Asheville the Paris of the South..What? I’ve been to Paris many times and Asheville kicks ass compared to that over rated tourist trap..There ain’t no place like Asheville sorry Steve..Spartanburb don’t even smell the socks of Asheville..

oh my goddess, drum circle last night…drumming with ugly, homeless women, and middleaged hippies…spun in a circle till i puked, then got some sweet potatoe fries at rosies-stone soup was closed. Got ready to serve food nto bombs this morning, but the dumpster at fresh market was surprisingly empty. so i’m skipping it today to go sing with the blueberries up on the parkway, maybe hit skinnydip falls and have some gay sex with richy…

afterwords, laughing seed for a dragon bowl and vegan cookie

power to the people!

maybe hit skinnydip falls and have some gay sex with richy…

Was that you?

drumming with ugly, homeless women, and middleaged hippies…spun in a circle till i puked,

Piff you really need to come down to the current drum circle..their are many lovely young hippie girls dancing around like wild gypsy belly dancers..Asheville has reinvented herself..every night is a different array of freaks,and tourists..