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One more and then I am going to sleep.



Milli Vanilli :D

"...been to the desert on a horse with no name it felt good to get out of the rain..."

Sons and Daughters of Panarchy  v.2


Unicorn pandemic and tales of panarchy?
Flame throwing tanks and nekkid peace nicks?
All ending up around the pheonix fire?
Tales of paying forward and random kindness.
While economic disaster howls at the door.
Peace nicks clutch tickets that cost more -
More than rent.
More than a weeks groceries.
More wear and tear and cost of fuel to get there only to find that the only cars allowed are in the art work.
All on a piece of land with the same name as a security contractor in Iraq.

Imagine that.

Burning Man.

c anne ford  9-13-11,  from Sons and Daughters of Panarchy. A Collection of  Stories and Poems the New Millenium

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