Grateful Dead

Willie? he'd smoke and chuckle me thinks. this is actually a prettygood interview, enjoy: peace.

between the farmers at Farm Aid. I would want to have apples, peaches and corn on the cob, maybe a few melons. Would be very hard for the rice and wheat farmers to win in a food fight with their grains. But maybe then the wheat farmers would start chasing everyone around with those giant tractors and combines. What Would Wille Do? If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is, infinite. William Blake

I was just referring to the virtual food fight occuring in this blog. Oh and by the way, I prefer the term "referring" as in you get high through the kindness of a stranger rather than the one where you point at someone. What would Willie Do?

as in drunk, or pissed as in perturbed?********************************** Education: that which reveals to the wise, and conceals from the stupid, the vast limits of their knowledge. Mark Twain

Farm Aid? Fans or musicians? I'll bet Willie was pissed, or maybe laughing. love the one your with

And so castles made of sand fall in the sea, eventually Gee, I didn't know Jimi received Washington sainthood? Everyday I eat my favorite apple, the Gala, your state fruit. My habanerro chili contains your state vegetable: a Walla Walla onion. Odds say that the goldfinch will fly over the banana slug, though.

I love a good food fight during Farm Aid.

...... Monty Python is 40 years old this week! “I don't think there's a punch-line scheduled, is there?”

bytheby, hal. giving credit where it is due, the title, "Dark Hal R" was an original idea come up by the Badger. hope your wife dug it. meanwhile, since i only got re-runs left inside of me here, I'll do a bit of one-up-manship with the badger: Cosmic Badger Cosmic Badger what's up with you You travel so far, that's what you do To 'WhereverthefuckitisStan' you flew Go on home, Mrs Badger's calling you Cooking up a pot of badger stew Light the fire -- put it under you Out the window a Great Tit flew Go on home, Mrs Badger's calling you Now you have just one more chance We all wanna see the Badger dance Trippin out and in a trance Poke my eyes, with a lance Meeting you in an airport bar Looking at the sky we see Dark Star Drinking beers all during the day My ears are clogged, 'what did you say?' You said you're a badger or are you a skunk Don't really know but there's a funk Is it you or is it me? Don't know, but CC's gotta pee CC Joe, the cops are on to you You are taking so damn long in the loo What you got there in your hand? What comes out is dry like sand You're feeling that 'itch' aren't you? Your old lady knows what you wanna do Poor old CC, please don't feel blue Turning her back she's just stalling you Stalling you Stalling you Stalling you Stalling you Maybe later, she says with a sigh Old CC is starting to cry No worries, mate. She's joking with you Get in bed, she says to you Get in bed, she'll be kind to you Get in bed, she'll be kind to you Get in bed, she'll be kind to you KIND TO YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and now back to serious business: peace.