Its dark outside, hazy some might say. Excitement reached fever pitch. We were like adolocent kids seeking that large candy bar in the sky ( pls forgive the pink floyd pun ) . We were prepared. Prepared to venture into a state of elevated thought and and a greneral higher state of being...literally speaking :-)...and then we entered....into the hazy world saturated with R 147 G 112 B 147...infinite purple....purple haze..
"Ah Keep your eyes on the road,
Your hands upon the wheel.
Keep your eyes on the road
Your hands upon the wheel.
Yeah, we're going to the roadhouse,
Gonna have a real good-time."
Jim Morrison was kind enough to open proceedings. Somehow see him all up close and personal really gave me the buzz...all 42 inches of him. Almost immediately we belted out the magic words in unisoin...
"Let it roll, baby, roll.
Let it roll, baby, roll."
He was egging us on....we could'nt refuse. Roll out the liquid gold, our veichle to attain that magical state of nirvana.
"Ah Keep your eyes on the road,
Your hands upon the wheel.
Keep your eyes on the road
Your hands upon the wheel.
Yeah, we're going to the roadhouse,
Gonna have a real good-time."
Jim Morrison was kind enough to open proceedings. Somehow see him all up close and personal really gave me the buzz...all 42 inches of him. Almost immediately we belted out the magic words in unisoin...
"Let it roll, baby, roll.
Let it roll, baby, roll."
He was egging us on....we could'nt refuse. Roll out the liquid gold, our veichle to attain that magical state of nirvana.
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