If I were to make an uneducated guess about L.A.'s relationship with folk and psychedelia, I would say it must be the weather.
Bad weather never stopped anyone from reaping a good harvest.
As much as I would like to know my path, a part of me is telling me that it is better not too know too many details about the end destination or the obstacles on the journey. If I can only see as much...
To storm, a mind, it must be balanced,by what can't be it must be challenged...
You can plan on a change in the weather and time, but I never planned on you changing you mind.
The moon seems unawareof night's dark hittingon the damp warm rain misguiding owl's spitting A thunder light of loveraising hearts beatingwhile weather learns morefrom rain lovers meeting
I don't dream of a ceiling fan which is always here spinning above my head. I dream of a cool weather
Do we ever get slow rain?
Groundhog found fog. New snows and blue toes. Fine and dandy for Valentine candy. Snow spittin'; if you're not mitten-smitten, you'll be frostbitten! By jing-y feels spring-y.
Richard Nixon had made a fatal error in ignoring the politico-meteorological dimension when he announced the expansion of the Vietnam War into Cambodia on April 30, 1970. The invasion of Laos, on the...
Sopping, and with no sign of stopping, either- then a breather. Warm again, storm again- what is the norm, again? It's fine, it's not, it's suddenly hot: Boom, crash, lightning flash!
