All Things Profane and Sacred

So, I've taken shit galore because I like to wear patchouli oil. Back off man! I like how it smells and it makes me feel warm and happy. So fuck you.

Anyways, it's been fucking hippy this and dirty beatnik that and pinko commie the other for the past few weeks. Constant shit. Someone apparently never learned that people in glass houses shouldn't throw shit unless they want their nice view all muddied up. Especially if they not only own a hacky-sac, but have been know to kick said hacky-sac around.

Why don't you go sit in a drum circle, light up some nag champa and leave me alone. Dirty hippy.