It's all a sham, there were no hippies, nothing new age or old age. Just bright colours that darted around the sky, filled the corners of the garden, poked people in the eye. We were drunk and happy on the thoughts of being drunk and happy, what a world of promise there was and most of it was simply down to never reading a newspaper. Charles Dickens and Daryl's chickens, famous storytellers and food producers. Everyone was safe because there was no sense of danger. The dream has ended now that a wave of vegetarianism has swept the land and the control of the economy is out of control. The correct people could've intervened and fixed it all we didn't care about such things at the time. I was quite relieved when the practice of divination using human sacrifices came to an end, being a human and what not.
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