It’s been 2 and a half hours since I took the pills.
I’m still not sleepy.
They should have taken effect by now.
I’m sitting and daydreaming about
a life that lives only in my mind
They call me an idealist
I have an ideal world in my hand.
It’s a pretty cool place were there are
no politicians, cops or badguys
Not in that hippy, flower power kinda way
More like Wookstock meets Ozzie and Harriet
and they all get along… well
I was speaking in front of a crowd at a great large theater.
I was trying to get them to understand
I’m not one for everyday hugs.
Save them for someone you love and Puh-Leez don’t give me that I love everybody, new-age crap.
Save them for when you mean it.
Save yourself from the rubber room existance we are building for our children.
Take then hunting or fishing or backpacking for Gods sake.
but wait! One must ask the Kings permission.
I didn’t vote for any King!
The lands and wood that you would camp upon are owned by the state! You have to pay money to camp there.
The waterways are controlled by the state. You must pay money to use them.
The Stag in wood is property of the state and you have to pay money to shoot him. no matter how hungery you are.
HA!! Not in my little idealistic world they’re not
I shall no longer pay my tribute to the King!
Let it be know through out the land that I bow to no man!
Everyone else in my world feels the same way.
We get on quite well.
We don’t lock our doors when leaving and one can’t lose their car keys when they’re always in the ignition.
At one point I looked out upon the sea of faces and wondered if I was getting through.
The applause said I was, but was I?
I think it was the after-party where everyone kept pushing drinks and drugs at me almost as an offering to some psychicly benevolent seer.
I just see whats in front of my eyes, folks.
Now I’m yawning. A good sign. Stay tuned for vol.2