There is not one thread of happiness that I would remove from the garment of your life, yet there is not one spot of pain that I would not wash from it. Don't try to guilt me because you are not ready for the power of your own mind.
There is no guilt I can put on you that you can't refuse to carry. Anyway I was mostly speaking for myself, St. Dope. It was time for me to blow myself off for a while. The power of my own mind waxes and wanes, and when it wanes it's time to grab a beer and play computer games.
As a self-confirmed indigo, I am happy to announce that my body and soul naturally repel lint. It has all been worth it.
. i think neohumans iz becoming a pretty green , at first green upon atop the teen-age skull then as a swirling verdant tattoo across the shoulders in later years . you'll know neos by the clever hat with a window in it . shy , they eat sunshine . atop my head is just the standard solar collector - a sun tanned baldy spot . when i wear a hat i guess there is a small door in my indigo hat that could be errantly be considered a window . it's just a door wherehow the mouse comes and goes . .
I'm just gonna leave this monster of a thread here http://www.hipforums.com/newforums/showthread.php?t=320105&f=49
I just perused that thread again - I'd forgotten a lot of it. Wow. I was smarter in those days. Must have been all the vodka I was drinking.
You did, didn't you? Only trouble is I would wake up and find things broken and family members pissed. I suppose I could just consider it acceptable collateral damage - tough judgment call.