the fifth edition of the happy collective

8/6/2019 The Fifth Edition of The Happy Collective

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he Happy Collective represents an

mpowerment of individuals to broadcast

nd receive information and culture. We

esent an opportunity for you to become

rt of something larger and uniquely uman. No longer counter-culture, no longer

nge, no longer the Other, we stand

gether to unveil our own significance and

ur individual artistic interpretations of

ality.

Together, we can transcend the

usionary boundaries that disempower us

nd peel back the imaginary layers of

paration that keep us from actualizing as a

illiant, radiant collective.

ADACK

WHAT IS THE HAPPYCOLLECTIVE?

T’S JUNE AND SCHOOL’S OUT FOR SUMMER

A R T , L O V E , C O N S C I O U S N E S S , A N D G R I L L E D C H E E

F I f t h E d i t i o n J u n e 2 0 1 1

THE WEATHER REPORT: SWEETMR. COSMIC CHARLIE

I grew up in New England-- known for erratic weather and drasseasonal phases. Even on a season to season basis the weather seldomakes any sense at all. As a result I’ve become more than accustomto weather that’s out of the ordinary-- and even extraordinary at timI’ve accepted that it’s not in our control, but more importantly Icome to realize that we don’t really need it to be.

We can try to predict it, prepare for it, plan our days around it-- aeven still it’s prone to throwing us curves at its whim. As such, the onreal route around the problem of weather is learning to love it traipsing directly through it, persevering, and finding that it doesneed to dictate the amount of pleasure in a day (or even weigh intoat all) unless we decided to let it.

Not all rainy days have to be dreary, and not all sunny days are goito be happy due to the weather alone. Our joy is up to us individuaas well as collectively, and a simple step in achieving that joy

embracing where we are and what it feels like.

“Outside” by Verenice (Mexic



CIRCLESLAZY SUSAN

Breathless, she looks down at the

rhythmic incantation of water;

she can barely feel her toes. Her

entire body is pulsating with the

anticipation of the river’s cool

reception. Sawyer Grace, poised

on a nearby rock with a Canon

162, yells “I’ll catch you mid-air!”

It bothers her that the moment

will end up immortalized on

Facebook, but she lets the feeling

pass. Feelings are feelings,

moments are moments; and at

his particular moment, before

Sawyer Grace can issue one more

“chicken!” accusation, she leaps

forward slightly to the left of the

jagged rock formation twenty

feet below and into the river.

Water has never felt so cold. She

has never breathed as sharply as

she does when she breaks the

rushing water’s glass surface. She

has never seen sky so cerulean,

nor felt air so soft. She blinks and

ets the river seep under her

nails, into her skin, soak her hair.

She adjusts her bikini and pulls

herself up onto a rock. The sun

feels good.

Space. She stares at the

sky. Sawyer Grace is breathless

and yelling, but she cannot hear.

The river is too loud, the song too

wild, the trees too green.

Sawyer’s white suit seems

unnatural in the July air. She lies

on the rock, noticing the glint of

Sawyer Grace’s suit clasp as she

flies through the air fearless and

proud like the river into which

she was fading. No one to

immortalize this moment

because the Canon was left up on

the warm round rock. She pulls

Grace out of the water and asks:

“Again?” No, too tired. Besides,

they have a sushi date at 5:30.

They sun-dry for a few

boundless minutes and then it’s

on with the flip flops, up with the

camera, and into the old dusty

red car parked by the side of the

road. Wet hair curling and

frizzing in the wind, they are

friends returning from an

encounter with eternity to the

grandeur of the day as the sun

falls lower in the Montana sky.

They don’t get far. Three

miles down the highway Marie

looks down to see smoke

emerging from the passenger

side vents. Swerving off the road,

she curses. Damn old car always

breaking. Unfortunately, it’s her

only transport. Well! They won’t

make their sushi date. She has

been looking forward to tekka

maki rolls and a cold sprite. But

now, approaching them from the

opposite direction, is a small blue

car with two people inside. Tw

twenty year old guys with

shirts on, what luck! She as

them for advice but they do

know so she calls her father. H

says, “Wait until it cools off an

then continue.” The evening

still warm, the sun still lazi

about in the sky, not to disappe

‘til ten. The night will no long

be the same, but it’s okay. Th

chat with the guys for a few mo

minutes, and find out that th

are going to the cliff! S

exchanges a glance with Sawy

Grace and then gets in the lit

blue car, already looking forwa

to the shock of the river.

The river, never so col

the sky, never so pin

purple-blue; breath, never

transient.

We're fools whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance.-JAPANESE PROVERB

“Cast Your Mind” by Stephen Martin



RUN INTO FLOWERSELEMENTALS

Rest your weary eyes

I say

As she begins to

Dream.

What of, is a mystery.

Her eyes, closed

As she lays her head on my pillow.

Another calm morning, another rough night

My sheets lay halfway across the room.

With a small portion of my bed available,

I lay my back against the wall,

Warm like a space heater.

”Come here” she says

Shivering from the cold.

She yearns for my heat and affection,

I lovingly oblige.

My nose rests on the nape of her neck

Her perfume, some foreign flower,

Still poignant.

She falls asleep soon-after.

How she can so hastily do so,

I will never know.

Strands of her golden sunkissed hair wander,

Onto the front of her face,

Blocking her resplendent beauty.

I run my fingertips through her hair

and move it from her eyes.

She smiles,

In her sleep

From this subtle act of love.

Will she dream of me?

CLEMENTINE JOHN SPLIFF

The boy sat eating a clementine. He was no newcomer to the wof eating clementines; he had a technique and believed he cidentify the tastiest ones by look and feel. His current spec was particularly delicious so far but he worried that the sectiothe second half would not meet the expectations set by the firsthat moment he realized that the best way to eat a clemen would be to eat it all at once. It would have a singular taste would disappoint and amaze simultaneously instead

unpredictable succession. He further realized that it would his best interest to eat all the clementines in the univsimultaneously (instead of one at a time, which is what he been doing thus far). He wondered what the collective flavor much fruit would be. Would the foul tasting clementines outdtasty ones? It would be far better that way because no singlecould deceive him with an unusually good or unusuallyexperience. He would have a perfect knowledge of clementine whole; he would know how they taste in general. At that tim boy discovered that he could only fit one clementine in his mand thus his idea was impossible. A tear came to his eye. If he

achieve an accurate understanding of clementines he might asnot eat them at all! They only serve to fool him.

He turned to his friend who was sitting nearby with the variety of citrus in his hand. The boy said, “I just figured out thate clementines for their cruel deceptive properties”. He explained his predicament fully with a tone of fear and rage. “Wif you think about it, every clementine is its own unique en began the friend, “In all of the cosmos you will probably not finidentical hunk of matter. My personal philosophy onconsumption of clementines is to never let any go to waste.

the gross ones can be composted or something. You shousquander such beautiful little packages of nutrients” “You canme what to do!”, the boy said in retaliation. He felt offended belittled. Although he knew deep down that his friend was righ was too proud to follow his advice. Never again did he eaforbidden fruit, and he eventually became a bitter old man.

His friend, however, led an especially wonderful life untperished from eating a diseased clementine. On his deathbesaid that he did not regret eating that fateful fruit, and in

thinks it was his favorite one.

-RICHARD BUCKMINSTER FULLER

The most important thing to teach your children is that

the sun does not rise and set. It is the Earth that

revolves around the sun. Then teach them the concepts of

North, South, East and West, and that they relate to

where they happen to be on the planet's surface at that time.

Everything else will follow.

Lazy Daisies by Snow White



TWO-LIPPED TULOLD DOG

I stood there in The Sun’s light,

The soil at my roots.

A golden sun with a purple glow

Now, I look down to see My self.Budding outward, a purple tulip

Inside lay the miniature pinecon

Who grew overnight.

Grew to be and grow it shall go.

A never-ending cycle.

I lay in The Sun’s light

As I sit in my dark room.

As I pretend to sleep in moving

automobiles.

As I walk through my waking life

As I roam through my dreams.

I close my eyes, yes.

And with that I see.

I see that All is One

Like You

And Me.

SUMMER AND FRIENDS DARIUS RAIDER

For me, summer time is always a favorable season; schools out, people

are happy, the sun is shining and it seems that the ominous cloud of

obligation is lifted. The stress of school is quite imposing on one’s sanity.

The responsibility of tests, papers, homework, portfolios, clubs, etc, it

can all pile up and become overwhelming. Thus, it’s not surprising that

once final exams are done, many of us breathe a sigh of relief - I know I

do. I also feel a bit nostalgic when school is out.

During the school year, all my friends are congregated in one

place, and therefore, school can be a concentrated dose of awesome since

your friends are there with you. As the holidays roll around, I find myself

wishing that more of my individual friends weren’t scattered to their

many places of origin. Of course this isn’t an overbearing thought; I know

I’ll see them all again in a few months, but it’s indicative of how

possessive the human psyche can be.

It’s a very human emotion to want to hold on to things that you

love and enjoy. The busy school atmosphere provides a lot of joy to my

life, and wanting to hold on to that is quite natural, but It’s also

something I try to challenge. I’m not trying to destroy my desire to see my

friends; I’m trying to master my own ego. Why do I feel an exaggerated

sense of loss when I won’t see someone for two months? It’s because the

pleasure of their company is desirable. I am attached to the sense of

belonging I feel when I’m around the people I care about. In a sense, yourfriends can be more of a family than your blood relatives; you see them

more and connect with them beyond a simple genetic similarity. The

bond of a friendship is strong, and thus, so is the attachment your ego has

to such friendships.

By recognizing that I’ve formed such an attachment, I look inside

myself to identify why this attachment affects me the way it does. Though

I won’t say I’m a hundred percent confident, I think that the reason this

attachment occurs is because when you are invested in the lives of other

people, you like to be up to date on what they are doing. The lifestyle welead in college, where you can walk up the street and meet five buddies

hanging out, definitely keeps you connected. You are always aware of

what cool things are going on and your friends perpetuate the cycle of

involvement. When you lose that proximity, you also lose a sense of

involvement; loose too much involvement in friend’s, life and your

friendship can drift apart. If I think about it logically, I know that a few

months of relaxation is not going to destroy the friendships that I have

built. However, the primal fear of losing a connection with someone

important is what I think causes my attachments to manifest themselves.continued on the next page

“Time” by Annabel Lee



SUMMER ANDFRIENDS (continuedDARIUS RAIDER

SLOTHDANTE CASTRO

The brain, it has been measured.Weigh it out on a scale,you will soon see the scale,of what I've come to say.

What is the Universe?

The body of the whole,I stretch beyond the measure,of mark or rhythm,of accent & movement.

These all accelerate me,away from the self.So I imagine insurmountable speedsat an absolute stillness.

Perplexed.

For when I am in your presence,I realize I am more than the self.Slowly, we may acknowledge the truth.A new living is at hand.An art-form of life, is around the bend.

Viscous blood and sweet surprise,slowly rise inside the eyes,ust to see, what we could be,

f it wasn't much to simply survive.

Thinking about how and why

always feel this way during summ

has made me appreciate

Buddhist philosophy of letting go

desire. A true friend will be th

despite a large gap in time, but

fear of letting go of a friend (even

the fear is irrational) is someth

that shows me how much I can s

work on improving my cognitive function. By admitting

fear I can work towards accept

that everything,

including this life and existence, is meant to come and go. Hold

on to the material world is to try and keep something that isn’t me

to be kept. Letting go doesn’t mean burning a bridge, it me

accepting what happens as a part of the natural harmony of life.

I spend my summers living in my head a lot. I love my frienand I love my school. I like to spend time with people and live

with them, however, when that is taken away, when the nois

muted and the vibrations slow to a frequency hardly moving… th

when I realize that sometimes the best way to appreciate someth

is to be unsaturated from it. Have a great break, from the shadow

Darius Raider.

I Dream of Apocalypse” by Stephen Martin

“Confusion” by Verenice (Mexico)



A DISEMBODIEDEXPERIENCEANNABEL LEEJust a simple glance

Short and fleeting

Small enough to disappear

From the mind in a few

Simple seconds.

Yet I remember this

One look far more

Than I remember any other

Because when I looked

Into that cracked and broken

Bathroom mirror.

I did not recognize myself.

I did not know whose

Eyes I was gazing into

Whose hair grew from that headNor could I see where the

Resemblance was.

Between this person and me.

I did not understand

How this reflection could be

A true representation of me

It was just a slab of glass

Merely polished metal.

What could it show me?“The Peacock Man” by kef

“A Little Bird Told Me” by Snow Wh

AN UPDATE TO SYNCHRONICITY:Psychological Progress Through Unlocking The Doors Of Perception

FLYNNIUS

In last month’s issue I reported on some of my most recent personal

research regarding the topic of synchronicity. If you didn’t read thearticle –and I suggest you do- I wrote that Carl Jung’s theory of

synchronicity explains that although coincidences are causally

unrelated in nature, through our observation of these events, and the

intricate conceptual relationships of our minds created by a collective

unconscious, a meaningful non-causal relationship of coincidental

events is created. I went on to explain that synchronistic events occur

when we recognize casually coincidental events as conceptually

meaningful. I later explained that by experiencing synchronistic events,we are able to grow psychologically. In addition, I reported on a

connection between the theory of synchronicity and that of Aldous

Huxley, who suggested that we can experience psychological growth by

altering our consciousness through meditation, introspection, and the

use of psychedelic drugs. Finally, I explained that this connection is

evident in some recent research; in my preliminary study, 18 out of 20

people surveyed who practice mind-expanding activities reported an

increased ability to perceive synchronistic events.

Having conducted more research on the topic in the last month,

I would like to elaborate on my first article through the addition of some

new statistical data. continued on the next page



HUMAN GRACENATIVE CHILDBlue moon sways, anchored deep in lunar waitDressed as heaven, though raw and cold

As the seabed was torn under ships they swarmed,The background of the night hid horrors

From nature’s fate, births the cause to human grace

When kindness speaks no words Earthly shocks to souls they once dreamed to holdIn the mornin’ when the sun would riseNightmares of the land clashing war with the sandDenied a selfish wish to see their light From nature’s fate, births the cause to human grace

When kindness speaks no words Cracking eastern soil for the sea to tear down hope

Of human hearts, weakened at their coreFor the lives they create and the plans they’ve madeChose victim for heaven’s score From nature’s fate, births the cause to human grace

When kindness speaks no words So remember this night, when the birth of spring roots lighDuring the grievance of falling apartFrom the world they’ve known, they’ve captured the ropesTying soul after soul, after soul From nature’s fate, births the cause to human grace

When kindness speaks no words“Nothing New” by Darius Raider

AN UPDATE TO SYNCHRONICITY (continued):Psychological Progress Through Unlocking The Doors Of Perception

FLYNNIUS

In a recent voluntary response survey, I asked a pool of hundreds of subjects to answer honestly to

following question: “While undergoing an experience that dramatically alters consciousness, such

meditation, intense introspection, or the use of psychedelic drugs, do you find that your ability to perce

synchronistic events is heightened?" The response was generally an affirmative one, in that 76.12% of t

individuals who responded said yes.While this figure is less dramatic than that of my original survey, it is still highly suggestive of

theory that an individual’s ability to perceive synchronistic events is heightened both during and after t

practice of consciousness altering activities, suggesting that the theories of Aldous Huxley and Carl Ju

validate each other.

As I have said many times before, I feel that in understanding these complex psychological concep

we gain knowledge, both of others and ourselves. In turn this cardinal knowledge allows us to better our o

lives and society as a whole. Accordingly, I hope to continue on my path of research on this topic and ma

others, and I will keep the readers of THC posted on any future updates.



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School’s Out Festival Calendar

Mountain Jam 2011June 2-5, Hunter Mountain, Hunter, NY

armony Festival June 10-12, Sonoma County Fairgrounds,Santa Rosa, CA

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Bassnectar, EOTO, Infected

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Bonnaroo June 9-12, Great Stage Park,Manchester, TN

Widespread Panic, String Ch

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STS9, Henry Rollins, Shpon

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WHAT WE LIKE:

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Animal Collective, Fleet Foxes,

OFWGKTA, DJ Shadow, TV on the Radio

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Camp Bisco X July 7-9, Indian Lookout Country Club,

Mariaville, NY

WHAT WE LIKE:

Phish. Phestival.

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WHAT WE LIKE:

The Disco Biscuits, Shpongle Live,

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Electric Forest Festival

June 30, Double JJ Ranch,Rothbury, MI Grateful Fest 2012Nelson Ledges Quarry Park,

Garretsville OH

All Good Music Festiv July 14-17, Marvin's Mountai

Masontown, WV

WHAT WE LIKE:

moe., Umphrey's, Toubab Krew

STS9, Keller Williams, Furthur

Pretty Lights, Big Gigantic, Prim

TICKETS

$199 Thursday arrival,

$169 Friday arrival

Super Ball IX (Phish) July 1-3 Watkins Glen International,

Watkins Glen, NY

Pitchfork Music Festival July 15-17, Union Park, Chicago, IL

The rest of July, August, and September on the next page. . . .



“Vibe” by Stephen Martin

School’s Out Festival Calendar (Continued

Identity FestivalAugust 20 (other dates

other cities), Comcast C

Mansfield, MA

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WHAT WE LIKE:

Furthur, Jane's Addiction, moe.,

Big Gigantic

$205

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LollapaloozaAugust 5-7, Grant Park, Chicago, IL

Electric ZOOSeptember 2-4, Randall's Island Park,

New York, NY

moe.down XIISeptember 2-4, Gelston Castle Estate,

Mohawk, NY

Outside LandsMusic & Arts FestivalAugust 12-14, Golden Gate Park,

San Francisco, CA

The Big Up

July 28-30, Sunnyview Farm,Ghent, NY

TICKETS

WHAT WE LIKE:

EOTO, Big Gigantic, Raq

$90 advance, $120 Day of TICKETS

WHAT WE LIKE:

Lauryn Hill, Immortal Technique

$113 GA Field

L.A. Rising

July 30, Los Angeles Memorial ColLos Angeles, CA

Gathering of the Vibes July 21-24, Seaside Park, Bridgeport, CT

Deadmau5, Atmosphere, Ratatat,

Explosions in the Sky, The Mountain Goats

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The Bloody Beetroots

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AMERICAN IDIOT IS BRILLIANTREVEREND GODLESS

efore I begin, let me get this out of

he way: I know it was overplayed

to total oblivion. Green Day totally

etrayed you or whatever. I totally et that and I’m here for you.

otally. But more importantly, I’m

ere to tell you something:

American Idiot was a good album.

But Reverend,” you squeal in a

elightfully whiny fashion, “How

ould you ever justify fucking ‘Give

Me Novacaine’ to a hardxcore punk

n like myself?!” Well, sit back,

ttle Jimmy, because I’m about to

ock your world.

If you were alive when the

bum came out, you enjoyed it at

ome point, that’s just science. For

ost of you reading this, you were

ost likely in middle school, just

arting to get rebellious and

nti-American after your brief stint

ith patriotism following 9/11; thatto say, this album was made for

ou. Then, when it saw monumental

uccess and was on every radio

ation every moment of every day,

ou had had enough and began to

ate it; again, for most of you, this

as probably around when you were

arting high school. This process

ctually corroborates what I’m

bout to tell you: not only was that

bum made for you, it was made

bout you-- or rather, us. Let’s take a

ok at the album as a whole, shall

e?

The music is mostly a loud,

verly-polished, punk-ish sound

hat is designed to get in your face.

he lyrics are contrived and whiny

nd the story is fairly weak and

-TERENCE MCK

Dream the impossible dre

and the world will notgrind you under,it will lift you up!

This is the trick, this is whall the teachers

and philosophers whoreally touched the

alchemical gold, this is whthey understood! This is h

magic is done:its done by hurling

yourself into the abyssand discovering that

its a featherbed.

amorphous (The closest I can

describe it: What if Fight Club and

Ziggy Stardust had a baby and

ditched it in some alley?) It isdefiant and angry, but it doesn’t

seem to know why. It goes places

for seemingly no reason other than

“fuck it” and then ends up back

again with nothing to show for the

trouble. It is for these reasons that

it may very well be the most

accurate artistic representation of

our generation in existence. Not to

put words into the mouths of Green

Day, but when Cigarettes and

Valentines was stolen and the

group decided to make a concept

album, they looked out at the youth

of America and decided to tell their

story. (Sidenote: When that story

sold, the album’s style infected the

band, causing the abortion known

as 21st Century Breakdown tocrawl out of the abyss. Let me make

this clear: I will not defend that

album, and yes, it is our fault that it

exists. We are monsters.)

This also explains our

generation’s reactions towards it in

our various stages of development.

In middle school, it served as our

voice as we found ourselves singing

along and meaning every word

without even knowing what the

words meant. In high school, we

turned our backs on it. This was

partly due to the middle school

connotation and partly because it

was far too mainstream—it can no

longer voice our rebellion if

grandma is singing along, too. But

now, in college, a time when many

of us look back to our roots an

some soul-searching, perhaps

can all give the album ano

listen with this defense in mand learn to appreciate how

relates to our lives today. Trust

Even though it means you d

fact have to listen to “Wake M

When September Ends” fo

OH-GOD-WHY-DOES-IT-KE

EXISTING-th time...it’s worth

“Untitled” by Verenice (Mexico)



DEAR _____________ ANNABEL LEE

Dear ____________,

There comes a time when you look back on your life and there’s so

much that you feel you’ve missed; and on the other hand, there’salso so much you wish you actually had missed. We continually ask ourselves what we would have done differently. We relive andreplay moments of our lives in our heads like movie clips.

Maybe we learn something from it. Maybe it helps us put things intoperspective. Maybe it just drives the point home more. Maybe itmakes it hurt less. Maybe it makes it hurt more. Maybe it makes ushappier in some way. Maybe it keeps us in the past.

Writing a letter to my past self seems so cliché--something I will

perhaps later mock myself for doing because I feel like I’m in gradeschool. But you… you’re a part of me that doesn’t really existanymore. Perhaps this is more an exercise in catharsis thananything else because I am actively forcing myself to look upon thepast and evaluate.

I wish that I had known so many things that I know now: that somepeople aren’t worth it and that others really are; that it’s okay tomake mistakes, and it always will be; that school isn’t the only thingto do in life; that rules don’t always have to be followed; and that lifeis supposed to be questioned.

If there were some way to actually send this letter to the past,perhaps I would put more thought into it, or maybe not morethought, but more substance—actual things of importance. Maybe Iwould pour my soul into some typed-up pages to send to a confused10-year-old.

I wonder what that 10-year-old would do. Would she actually consider the advice in the letter? Would she even know who I was?What a conundrum...what would you do?

What else do I have to do but end this letter in a sigh and maybesome small, flickering and far off hope that one day I’ll be able towrite to my past self in earnest? Because to be quite honest, she canuse all the help she can get.

This sorely misdirected letter… This is perhaps the most pointlessthing I have ever written.

Sincerely,

_________________

IT WAS A RAINBOWSUMMER...RAINBOW

Sit all around children and ill tell you thtale of Rainbow....She was a long time in the making friendtell you,

Shes weathered many years of stormy hBut out of the whipping wind and rain,

A calm came again.... A bright light appears from the right, And it showers her minds eye with whitelight,Something inside is set in motion,In a shimmering explosion,Rainbow appears,Stretches out, expands, she is every colothe Universe,She is every mood, every feeling,She is beautiful and sweet,

She is tragic, she is deep,She is shining!

And all of a sudden,She is gone in an instant,She goes as fast as she came,Bursting into a thousand particles,She returns to the Universe!

“Untitled” by Hammy

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THC gets nostalgWhat were yourfavorite cartoons?

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Who was your favoDisney princess?



SHELTER FROM THESTORMBUCKLEY YORKEThe sheets crinkle onto my bare feet,As I strip my socks of dripping sleet,In the cotton covers I tightly wrap,

With my knees squeezing up to my lap,The clicks of raindrops sooth my ears,As my mind and body grow free of fears,But someone out there soaks from the storm,As my body’s staying dry and warm,While he coughs and chokes on the city smoke,Tears overflow over the stiletto that broke,He chuckles as the suited businessman glares,His fingers stroking through his lucky hairs,The coins he jingles flatter him with ease,Seeing the thunder as only a breeze,Underneath these satin sheets I shrug,The pillow that makes me a languid slugDoes this master bed make me truly blessed,Or leave me unable to be impressed,I would gladly give up this heated floor,To someone who’d appreciate it more

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