| 10/11/2005 09:26:00 AM |
[ furia pt2 ]
frustration is like wax paper, nothing sticks. can't. do a thing but riverun run run run. life saved by rock 'n rolly-polly wanna. let the chords do the work, and ignore all the conservative forces. imagine using up my oxygen. and someting to talk about, walk-about. where's my permaculture? quarter quart cup nothin'. to live and love, love and live. when the codes code far too much. hdymls? 'braxasbraxas, galagala, tsehtseh. |
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| # posted by Chris W. :
10/12/2005 8:25 PM |
Broken little monkey.
Sorry you got all broke.
Can you be fixed. . . perhaps with a little spot of hunting/gathering and pottery making? Maybe you could build yourself a little hut by a trickling meadow and find yourself a little monkey lady to make money babies with. They you get your friends together and have a tribe. And then, maybe store all the food in a lockbox and set up a leader to distrubute it based on your productivity to the tribe. Tehn you can have a cool civil war and fight off all the other little monkeys for your fair share. . .
Either that or sniff some glue. |
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