Step outside the boundaries of your mind.

                                                       GRACE SLICK.

L-R: Paul Kantner, Marty Balin, Spencer Dryden, Jack Casady, Signe Toly Anderson, Jorma Kaukonen.

Grace Slick, Rotterdam 1970, by Gijsbert Hanekroot.

"Pffft. As if there’s even a reason to celebrate it anymore, man." The zombie scoffed, but a slight smile formed on her face, regardless. "….But, I mean, thanks anyways. Nobody’s really…acknowledged it for a while. Guess it don’t matter when you aren’t really aging….heh."

After a while she gave up and laid back on the rug once more, sighing. “Forgettin’ is just one way of coping. You’re on the right track, Brother.” She chuckled. “Would’a been a lot easier for me if I had done the same.”

"I’m not innocent myself of that either.  I was always wanting what I couldn’t have and I’d kill to get it, or die for it, or… I was ridiculous."

She let out another deep breath, and closed her eyes. "I try to forget about it but I guess I can't, or somethin'. I dunno." Her voice was quiet, as if she was talking to herself instead of someone else. "All my memories are so viviiiid...and, like, I try to pretend they're not, but I remember it all soooo goood......"

"Pffft. As if there’s even a reason to celebrate it anymore, man." The zombie scoffed, but a slight smile formed on her face, regardless. "….But, I mean, thanks anyways. Nobody’s really…acknowledged it for a while. Guess it don’t matter when you aren’t really aging….heh."

"Awwww maaaan. That keeps fuckin’ happening."

After a while she gave up and laid back on the rug once more, sighing. "Forgettin' is just one way of coping. You're on the right track, Brother." She chuckled. "Would'a been a lot easier for me if I had done the same."

"Pffft. As if there’s even a reason to celebrate it anymore, man." The zombie scoffed, but a slight smile formed on her face, regardless. "….But, I mean, thanks anyways. Nobody’s really…acknowledged it for a while. Guess it don’t matter when you aren’t really aging….heh."

"Awwww maaaan. That keeps fuckin' happening."

"Pffft. As if there’s even a reason to celebrate it anymore, man." The zombie scoffed, but a slight smile formed on her face, regardless. "….But, I mean, thanks anyways. Nobody’s really…acknowledged it for a while. Guess it don’t matter when you aren’t really aging….heh."

"Mariska? You alright, sister?"

"Pffft. As if there’s even a reason to celebrate it anymore, man." The zombie scoffed, but a slight smile formed on her face, regardless. "….But, I mean, thanks anyways. Nobody’s really…acknowledged it for a while. Guess it don’t matter when you aren’t really aging….heh."

His vision swam…

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"Pffft. As if there’s even a reason to celebrate it anymore, man." The zombie scoffed, but a slight smile formed on her face, regardless. "….But, I mean, thanks anyways. Nobody’s really…acknowledged it for a while. Guess it don’t matter when you aren’t really aging….heh."

"Your lungs get used to it after the first, like, decade, or somethin’. I think mine started givin’ out around a year or two after I bit the dust….just somethin’ to look forward to." She said, jokingly.

"Pffft. As if there’s even a reason to celebrate it anymore, man." The zombie scoffed, but a slight smile formed on her face, regardless. "….But, I mean, thanks anyways. Nobody’s really…acknowledged it for a while. Guess it don’t matter when you aren’t really aging….heh."

She took another hit, holding the smoke in longer than someone who had a pair of working lungs could.

"Heh.  Still not used to it."

"Your lungs get used to it after the first, like, decade, or somethin'. I think mine started givin' out around a year or two after I bit the dust....just somethin' to look forward to." She said, jokingly.

"Pffft. As if there’s even a reason to celebrate it anymore, man." The zombie scoffed, but a slight smile formed on her face, regardless. "….But, I mean, thanks anyways. Nobody’s really…acknowledged it for a while. Guess it don’t matter when you aren’t really aging….heh."

She reached into a back pocket in her jeans and took out two small rolled up joints (which had, no doubt, been sitting there for an uneasily long amount of time), putting one in between her lips and offering the other to her company while fiddling for a lighter.

He smiled faintly.

She took another hit, holding the smoke in longer than someone who had a pair of working lungs could.

"Pffft. As if there’s even a reason to celebrate it anymore, man." The zombie scoffed, but a slight smile formed on her face, regardless. "….But, I mean, thanks anyways. Nobody’s really…acknowledged it for a while. Guess it don’t matter when you aren’t really aging….heh."

"Would’a been 61 today. That’s fuckin’….wild, man.” She spoke suddenly, flipping a chunk of her thick hair behind her shoulder. “I’m old as shit.” She said again, laughing to herself.

She reached into a back pocket in her jeans and took out two small rolled up joints (which had, no doubt, been sitting there for an uneasily long amount of time), putting one in between her lips and offering the other to her company while fiddling for a lighter.