I didn't have a lava lamp in my Greg Brady adolescence. I am from New
England where you were considered a hippy if you liked The Beatles. They didn't make Red Sox Lava Lamps. But
I'm digging the lava lamp now that I have a power source. From the
outside my van looks like an oasis in the desert with painted gates to
reveal a comforting home where gypsies play music and steal your wallet
but leave you with a smile and a fortune of widsom and a
puppy.
* If you think the sound effects of the car coincided with the movements of the wax in the lava lamp then you are probably smoking some Purple Haze bubonic chronic in Venice.
2 comments:
Doesn't that thing make it ridiculously hot in your van? Or is it so inconsequential that you don't notice it among the 112 degree heat of the night?
Poncho
Truthfully, it's so hot the wax never completely hardens so I don't notice it except when my arm touches the lamp and brands me.
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