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They were so epic... but for various reasons I decided to comb them out after 6 years. I miss them, though I don't regret doing it! I'm 6 months into my second set now.
Not as windy as yesterday's gales, but still breezy & cold with patches of ice lying in the valley. My hat didn't stay off for long.
Such a huge change in appearance in the space of a couple of days - Directions Midnight Blue over faded turquoise and natural brown hair. The flash of blue at my temple is due to my grey streak.
Once the blue faded to the point where I felt it needed a boost, I decided to go with Directions Vermillion for the Autumn.
I was surprised to see him playing a huge xylophone on Rambam street in Tel Aviv. I usually see him jogging on the sea shore.
Adi laughed when I told him so and said he was a musician, too.
I don't think they have anything to worry about. There is little chance of Portland turning into the Upper West Side anytime soon. The entire city is covered by a haze of marijuana fumes. I could smell pot from inside my car while driving downtown (this may explain the two hour wait to get into Voodoo Donuts). Fun Fact: Portland Oregon is the global source for all White Guys with Dreadlocks. If you see a White Guy With Dreadlocks at your local protest, drum circle, medical marijuana dispensery or bus station, ask him about his hometown of Portland Oregon, USA.
I run with the wolves
And play like a child
What is my age you may ask
From time to time I feel numbers
Based on what someone else says
I know this is wrong
Forget the number each year
And run away with me my dear
We are forever young
Mouth to mouth
Tongue to tongue
We speak our language
When the doors are closed
We speak from the heart
This suppression tears me apart
Let it out all out
And I will too
Let me just be with you
Climbing Trees
And flying to the stars and the moon
Singing me songs making me swoon
You are my Barry White
I invite you
I might bite you
But only a nibble
We roll and tumble on the grass
We lay in each others arms
And we see the clouds speak
This one is a God
And that one is a Goddess
You and me
Forever young