Black Hippie/Hugalicious!

Take a look at yourself.  How much do you weigh? Look at your arms, normal women care about that stuff. I used to shave and wax them, but all that is expensive and highly unnecessary.  Besides it just grows back, isn't it supposed to be there?

Look at your art, the clothes you design, you're a black hippie! I guess I'd call him Mr. Virgo.  And that's today's lesson.  I kinda am a black hippie.  I paint, I like chai tea, I speak really soft and wax psychedelic on a regular. I like Shpongle and Alex Grey, and Haight Ashbury is actually kinda cool.  I'm a nude model at times, or one in costumes in others.  I'm rail thin with slightly unkempt hair but I'm quirky to boot.  I smell like frankensence and myrh and I'm pretty sure I belong on a mountain smoking DMT not here with the rest of society.

I'm the first of my kind.  They can't tame us or pretend we don't exist.  You were feeling yourself when you designed these. Yeah I kinda was.  But I'm really feeling myself now.  

Black Peace Now! claimed bankruptcy.  That's all I know I want.  Black Peace Now.  The hippy in me wants peace, the black in me wants peace.  All life in me wants peace.  Maybe somewhere in the forrests, somewhere amid the trees.  

Funny tonight I went to dinner with my family and while I was hugging everyone, the couple at the table over from us asked me for a hug too.  Why not? Everyone deserves a hug, so I gave them each one.

After their dinner, they thanked me for the hugs.  My family was puzzled on why they would stop to talk to me I was hugging everyone, and they asked for a hug too, so I hugged them I said giggling.  Why not? I'm all for free hugs!

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