Actually, this isn’t Austin at all. It was in downtown Cincinnati at something called D’aug Days back in the 70s. I used to be more tolerant of weirdness in my youth. Perhaps this is just interpretative dance. But as I age, I understand all the feelings of that family of four. The moon goddess doesn’t need your shaken tambourine, hippies. Go stretch your hip flexors back at the commune. This ground is filthy, and you’re going to get hepatitis–and you probably don’t have insurance, even though that’s the law, so my tax dollars will be paying for your antibiotics. This is clearly not the safety dance.
I Don't Get It 
oh, how things change, and stay the same, over time
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It’s art, Kerbey, and the world needs creativity somehow.
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Agreed. Some stuff is just hard to swallow.
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So funny and SO true.
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Get off my lawn.
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Exaaactly. Get off my lawn before you turn it pinko instead of green.😜
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