losing poetry

[rowens]

These were neohippies. Though reading poems about throwing pipe bombs into the White House, and so on. There were candles everywhere, and there was a small sandbox next to me that had candles in it, and I sprinkled some sand over one of the candles. Then one of the hippies came and asked me to come with them to a room where they had monitors showing the different sections of the place, and told me they saw what I did and I was no longer welcomed. That place went out of business, anyway. There was actually one other place, but nobody went, so the owner stopped opening.