The Holy Gospel according to the Prairie Messiah

Like a myth you rode in from the west. From the go you had my button pressed. Did the tea-time of your soul Make you long for wilder days? Did you never let Jack Kerouac Wash over you in waves?

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Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Let's go get stoned.

Thank you Ray Charles for turning gin into gospel! You are second best only to water into wine. Alleluia! Hosanna in the highest!

posted by Nikki | 3:52 PM

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