Remember what the Dormouse said, Feed Your Head!
Grace Slick
Born: October 30, 1939
Grace Slick (born Grace Barnett Wing, October 30, 1939) is a retired American singer-songwriter and current artist who was a key figure in San Francisco's burgeoning psychedelic music scene in the mid-1960s. Her music career spanned four decades. She performed with The Great Society, Jefferson Airplane, Jefferson Starship and Starship.
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Alternative Names for Grace Slick
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- Grace Barnett Wing (Undetermined (und))
Through literacy you can begin to see the universe. Through music, you can reach anybody. Between the two, there is you, unstoppable.
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Insignificant events can take on monumental proportions when your head is full of practically nothing.
"Feed your head" means read a book.
there'll always be people who are afraid of living and afraid of dying. And there are always more of them than there are risk-takers, the people who bring innovation into every area, with or without drugs.
When will my country die for me?
I've had my allotment of liquor — and probably twenty other people's
The following is in no way a death wish. I like life just fine, but when the time comes, my favorite way of dying would be by … EXPLOSION — all over white walls!
No matter how big or soft or warm your bed is, you still have to get out of it.
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It's the individual's specific way of perceiving the world that swings the whole game in a different direction.
It's all going the way it's supposed to be going Otherwise, it would be going some other way.” — SANDY HARPER, 1978
He loved the idea of this country (theory and practice often being diametrically opposed), but the manner in which the original documents of freedom had been mangled to steer corporate/military interests drove him close to clinically insane. I believe it was grief for a nation that finally killed him.
mantel and a Rolls in the garage, but your old man still wouldn't know a clitoris from a junk bond if you had the guts to show him your twat in the first place.
Remember what the dormouse said