Nightmare Hippy Girl Barbie (inspired by Robocarp)

Yes indeed. Nightmare Hippy Girl Barbie is a hard one to find. A sold-out treasure in Missoula, Montana, Fort Collins, Colorado, and Weed, California, she's a fast travelin' lady for sure. NHG Barbie comes with 3 sets of homemade patchwork clothes, and only three-that's all she's got. Don't look for any shoes, this girl is barefoot for a reason. Hair dreading instructions included, or braiding if you prefer. She has her own djembe drum (although she's never learned to play) and crazy loads of hemp jewelry for sale. You won't find any bunk "stash" on this girl, designer goods only man.. Her platform she uses for tree sit-ins is sold separately, along with a "crash" couch that you can move along to and from friends' houses. A collector's set of her favorite reads is available for a limited time, including: Anarchist's Cookbook, The Monkeywrench Gang, Vegetarian Cookbook, Grateful Dead Family Album, and loads of her own poetry. Wind up the dial on her back, and she'll sing "Bobby McGee" til the cows come home. In her pockets, you will find ambitious letters to various government agencies addressing all sorts of social woes, directions to the next Rainbow Gathering, and a hand-drawn "will work for food" sign for her long days of panhandling. Her japanese symbol for peace and fairy atop a mushroom tattoos can be found on her shoulder and lower back Hula hoop, tarot cards, incense, and sweet baby blue Chacos included. "I Was Born A Ramblin' Man" Ken, "Freebird" Ken, and or "Love The One You're With" Ken may or may not be found.

*Thought I'd include part of Beck's lyrics for "Nightmare Hippy Girl" as an ode to NHG Barbie and for those of you who haven't been blessed enough to have heard this song:

"she's a nightmare hippy girl, she's a whimsical, tragical beauty uptight and a little bit snooty ... oh, oh, oh ... she's a magical, sparklin' tease she's a rainbow chokin'' the breeze yo, she's bustin' out onto the scene with nightmare bogus poetry she's a melted avocado on the shelf she's the science of herself she's spazzing out on a cosmic level and she's meditating with the devil she's cooking salad for breakfast she's got tofu the size of Texas she's a witness to her own glory she's a never-ending story she's a frolicking depression she's a self-inflicted obsession she's got a thousand lonely husbands she's playin' footsie in another dimension she's a goddess milking her time for all that it's worth"...
-No offense intended towards anyone. I've been accused of being rather nightmare hippyish myself, although I deny it all, to the grave... Don't get me wrong, I love the woods and all in it, worthy music, good whole foods, original clothing and stuff, but I am definately not Webster's New World Dictionary's hippie:
hippie= (hip'e) n. [slang] a young person who, in his alienation from conventional society, has turned to mysticism, psychedelic drugs, communal living, etc.
Unfortunately this used to be me... NO MORE, Moo ha!