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Alice is the dreamer still following that white rabbit down that hole . Chatting to the peculiar creatures she meets on her way. Finding herself in the dark of night looking for her runway dog in the back of the garden. Who is Alice ?she is forever young at heart a lover of all things good.😊 C..A Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself. 💋
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7/22/2019 8:34 pm |
Looks like someone else had his way with Alice lol
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7/22/2019 9:06 pm |
I need to find Alice
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very sexy
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"Go ask Alice, when she's ten feet tall..." Yeah, I dated myself a bit with that there. "Be who you are and say what you feel. Those who matter won't mind, and those who mind won't matter." ~ Dr. Seuss.
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7/22/2019 10:18 pm |
Would be my luck that mean ass bunny rabbit will still be down there lmao
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Alice is a wild n crazy lady it would seem. I mean really...who is gonna follow anyone/anything into a hole. Im surprised she didnt have back up. Yet, according to your picture....its all good.....and everyone was /is pleasantly surprised. You GO Alice...~~
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Mmmmm down that hole I go.😜 Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself. 💋
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lol Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself. 💋
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The saying has a lot more connotations these days than it did when the song was made. The whole lyrics to the song are a cleverly disguised message about psychedelic drug use. I think the meaning behind the stanza "Go ask Alice, when she's ten feet tall" refers to some sort of hallucination that Grace Slick or perhaps Paul Kantner may have had after dropping acid or maybe munching a few mushrooms. It was quite common back then for not only musicians, but for a large percent of the general populace to be into the "Hippy Scene": sex. drugs, and rock-n-roll. Lots of free love too. That said, I have a few tales on my Glorious Days of a Misspent Youth. I've seen my fair share of pretty colors, but have no desire to relive it in my older years. "Be who you are and say what you feel. Those who matter won't mind, and those who mind won't matter." ~ Dr. Seuss.
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Well, not really a Flower Child per se, but I was born in the late 60s. The most part of being Hippie-ish that my parents became was wearing bell bottom jeans, toting a macramé purse around (Mum), or maybe burning an incense stick once in a while. Bell bottom jeans and other type apparel around that time were available for everyone who didn't have a lot of money to spend on a more upper-class wardrobe, so you really couldn't escape the fashion trend back then. Gap jeans were the rage. Neither one of them really liked any of the popular music; they listened to more of bands from the 50s. Though Mum did like the Mamas & the Papas, Peter, Paul, & Mary, and other folk-song type groups. My dad went to Vietnam, and may have been around people who smoked pot, but neither one of my parents were into the culture or experimented. They knew a few people who did, however. The closest places we lived to any Hippie area were Merced or Glendale, CA. I don't have a veranda, but do like to drink tea. Preferable iced. I'm not *that old* to recall earlier years in a sense that younger ones would consider me *old*. I have fun when $$$ and time coincide between myself and friends. "Be who you are and say what you feel. Those who matter won't mind, and those who mind won't matter." ~ Dr. Seuss.
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