My Lord, look at your necks.
“We’re like giraffes in comfortable pants.”
“And more accessories.”
Hippie chicks love accessories. Where are you?
“Rainbow Gathering. Don’t ask us our names.”
“We won’t tell you. It’s a whole thing.”
What if I just call you Dream and Sunshine?
“How did you know our names?”
“Are you with the government, or are you Jesus?”
Both. Wow, Rainbow Gathering. Hardcore.
“It’s like the grad school version of a Dead show.”
“It’s just the lot. No band, just a forest full of Shakedown and all that entails.”
Awesome and enticing.
A to Z and back again. Nice.
“Then there’s the salutes to the sun.”
“And the moon. All of nature, really.”
What form do these salutes take?
You gals are a hoot Ever been to Wildwood, New Jersey? I’ll win you both a mirror with Ratt’s logo on it.
“Sure, but let us tell our friend For Fuck’s Sake.”
That’s someone’s name? Why?
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
“SOMEONE LOOKING FOR ME?”