Message #1357 - MERRY_MEET (Rcvd) Date: 09-12-96 09:33 From: Merry To: Dragon Subject: [1/2] THE RETURN OF... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- @PID: BWRA 3.02 [Reg] @MSGID: 93:9301/0.0 323813f4 >>> Part 1 of 2... -=> Dragon to Merry on 08 Sep 96 11:17 re: THE RETURN OF... <=- Dr> in the late 60's it was LIVE, nude parties/dances,100's of people,many Dr> painted everywhere with beautiful designs, the light shows providing Dr> changing patterns-colors-photo clothing for all the skyclad, some Dr> carrying ballons and occasionally sucking on them as they danced, sun Dr> roofs covered with loving people involved in the "great rite"...... now Dr> its typing on a keyboard in merry_meat.... we live in interesting Dr> times.... Ah...the 60's... yes it was LIVE and DEAD and UPRISING and SWEET CHAOS. McDonald's and WalMart probably didn't see a profit in such an unstructured lifestyle. Bank of America did, if not in the lifestyle, at least in the turmoil. Never fear, they're all making a profit still. Yes, Dragon (smile), it was wandering aimless through the park, sipping the tea of life and dancing in the dark streets on warm asphalt and daylit glows and loosing your tiny world vision as the paisley grows. It was laying in the grass and looking up through the green leaves to the blue sky. It was knowing, then, that Reagan was a blight, that his high paid lackey's take over of UC Berkeley was the beginning of the end and that that boy over in 'Nam, sitting with his rifle trained on the street and his mind going, slowly, away from an artists dream into pure hell would never, ever, come back to me or my dreams. It was sitting on the steps of the Federal Building in San Francisco and watching the news cameras scan the demonstration. It was reaching out in darkness and finding more darkness and it was knowing, beyond the darkness, in time, the rainbow would bloom, but not necessarily in the mass sold dreams of the late great Dr. Tim. It was Kent State and 6am on the Haight, where last night's leftovers drooled on their shoe, (singular, cause who knows where the other one went). It was Surfers and Black Panthers and Angela Davis and The Hell's Angels. It was Mill Valley mornings and Mills' College declarations. It was the FEEL of redwood bark being impressed into the body-memories as fingertips touched the timeless Western Most Guardian and the scent of Eucalyptus forever made tom cat piss smell like home. It was dancing away from the hard core MFr's to laugh, and doing so without being raped. It was wondering about Mt. Shasta and disappearing cynics and it was being stoned out of time while a needle passed through denim and the fabric of life parted and rejoined. It was learning, oh-so-slowy how very deep communication could go and how very wide it must go. It was Sirens and Bombs and the Winds of Change blowing through the voice of the Santa Anna. It was wildfire and a baby's desire and it was running up the creek into the high woods and whirling around with your arms in the air, crying out to the spirits of the wood... And all the while the old boys were out building this... media, where people could talk to each other across miles and time and cultures and their own differences. Yes, Dragon, we do LIVE in interesting times. Yesterday, today, and tomorrow Virtual...mind to mind, heart to heart, spririt to spirit, while the concept of virtual (and maybe astral..huh huh huh?) seeps into the collective consciousness. You say you want a revolution? Well alright! (Wassa matter? Militant mirth and a street kid attitude not your cup of tea? Ah well, hang around a bit... I go through cycles, just like my Mom.) They keep telling me to be myself... but they all just fade away when I *am* myself. :) I've got a unicorn's horn in the middle of my forehead And the antlers of a stag on either side I've got pointed ears that are something like a deer's Or something like an elf's, I can't decide I've got long green hair, matched my flowing emerald mane That turns red with the oak leaves every fall With my goat-like eyes it should come as no surprise That I've got feathered eyebrows and that isn't all! (Chorus) Oh, my mother never talks about that orgy And I can't really blame her much although I would love to read the guest list for that party And if there's another like it let me know! Well, my vampire's fangs make kissing kind of awkward Like the set of gills implanted in my neck But my chest and arms aren't the least of all my charms They somehow came out human...what the heck I've got phoenix wings well rooted in my shoulders And I hope that you like legs, 'cause I've got four The furry forward pair would make a lion stare 'Cause they end in dragon's claws that rake the floor (Chorus) Oh, my mother never talks about that orgy And I can't really blame her much although I would love to read the guest list for that party And if there's another like it let me know! I suspect my body's mostly like a centaur's Though my fur is somewhat tiger-like you'll find And if you fear that the legs in front were weird You should only see the pair that walk behind 'Cause they start off looking something like a horse's But they're covered up with feathers not with hair >>> Continued to next message... --- Blue Wave/RA v2.20 * Origin: The Castle of the Winds (93:9301/0) @PATH: 9301/0 9300/0 9000/0 9004/0