Village People in the Twilight Zone
On the night of the Fall Equinox, in the hills of northern California, beneath an ancient oak tree, surrounded by leaves, herbs and Tribe: I
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On the night of the Fall Equinox, in the hills of northern California, beneath an ancient oak tree, surrounded by leaves, herbs and Tribe: I
The first thing i noticed was the sun. i got off the plane, gathered my stuff and waited for Sammy B to roll through and
“… this election has never been about me. Its about you.” Read it and tell me Who’s the Man.
Today is Independence Day, and I suppose it is a good a chance as any to re-hash all of the things that i feel and
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