Chickens fed hen scratch and layer crumbles, dogs treated with
biscuits and a petting of their night dew dampened coats, coffee brewed, joint
rolled — sitting outside for sunrise with Hetty and Monty at my feet and Priest in my lap. Overcast, a silence only moist air can bring, damp notebook pages
to write this on. No birds, no sun, no shadows in the diffused light of
reflected dawn. Congestion, settled deep during overnight shallow sleep
breathing, is tickled into begging to be expelled by the catalyst ganjava
breakfast is to respiration of bodily fluids and inspiration of mental
acrobatics like this…
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Civilization is based on the premise that nature is under
mankind’s stewardship as a gift from a creator of it all.
Tipi Fini |
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TO NATURE, CIVILIZED MAN IS THE 1%
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There are no injustices within Western Civilization for which
the corporate greed of the military-industrial complex is held responsible that
are not exponentially more atrocious when considering the effect of Western
Civilization on the health of the nature within which it exists to exploit and
the sanity of the contributing individual human exploiters.
The blight that ghost towns like Detroit appears to be is
actually the process of each area’s escape from man’s stewarded gulag as it
returns to the nature within which it has long been forbidden to thrive.
3 comments:
dood, nice teepee...very cool on the colors as well...a bit of flash...
A man sits on the edge of the world and watches the decline of yet another (so called) civilisation.
teepee looking fab btw
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