in the crowd, which swayed to the music from the 1970, wore peace signs on them, had tucked flowers in their hair...mostly people who were the flower children, i felt home. not because i am wannabe hippie but because the abandon with which they relived their past got on to me.
I should have been born then...then when the movements hadn't been hijacked, when crass commercialism hadn't been so rampant when it did not take away from the idea...when things had not been corrupted so much.
everything costs now...peace too or maybe stading for it. At the Hippiefest, a beer adverstisement hung on top of the stage...to me it took away from all that being hippie stood for. money rules. we are slaves..not free anymore
more later...
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