i know there are plenty of you guys out there.

you, who have dancing bears on the bumpers of your SUV's, you who vacation at wellness communes in Rhinebeck, N.Y. where they serve organic frittata every wednesday and the staff howls at full moons in the nude WHEN. EVER. THEY. CAN.

you, who wishes out daily to the universe for the powers that be to create a dog shampoo that smells like patchouli oil, not the patchouli oil they sell on streetcorners in chinatown, but the oil that has that undeniably strong smell of DIRT. you, who go to rainbow conventions to sing along at the bonfire with all your friends and their mind-warping drum circles, which are led by a girl who calls herself "turtle".

and you who can be seen sitting indian-style with your eyes closed at the mouth of the river (no styling products in your hair, so naturally it's all frizzy at the ends), your arms outstretched to feel the earth's womb quivering; you might like to get your dog a purple tie-dyed t-shirt so he can reach a higher level of vibrational energy while he's watching you dust his backyard dumpage with burning sage.

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