So in the interim, while I await our collective karma where environmental chaos is concerned, or wait for one of these crazy mofos to obliterate us with a wall of nuclear-bomb-generated flame and the follow-up of radioactive mutation, I'll live as realistically conscientiously as possible, flip the bastards the bird when ever offered the opportunity, and hope to be swilling a LARGE shot of GOOD tequila, eating a minor amount of really good chow, inhaling a really good puff of awesome hash, and standing at Ground Zero when all that shit occurs.. as I wouldn't want to stay around for the dregs of existence that are apt to remain..
Just my take on where we've brought our sorry species and surrounding reality to at this point.
Acknowledge it, mourn for it, and party like there's no tomorrow...... as there may not be.
Yeah, sing the song, Bro
If the sun refuse to shine
I don't mind, I don't mind
If the mountains fell in the sea
let it be, it ain't me
Alright, 'cos I got my own world to look through
And I ain't gonna copy you
Now if 6 turned out to be 9
I don't mind, I don't mind
Alright, if all the hippies cut off all their hair
I don't care, I don't care
Dig, 'cos I got my own world to live through
And I ain't gonna copy you
White collared conservative flashing down the street
Pointing their plastic finger at me
They're hoping soon my kind will drop and die
But I'm gonna wave my freak flag high, high
Wave on, wave on
Fall mountains, just don't fall on me
Go ahead on Mr. Business man, you can't dress like me
Sing on Brother, play on drummer
Note: The above pictures aren't meant to signify the album the above referenced song came from I just think it's one of the coolest examples of cover art from Jimi's vast offering of albums