What a shitty century I’m living in. Clasped under pillars and pillars of concrete or suffocating over acres and acres of pesticide plagued green lawns. Boys in fast cars make their engines very loud, and when they push that pedal down, they rattle everything in town. I walk down the “preserved marshland” that solely existsContinue reading “Laugh ’till you’re dead”
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My man, forest
I became a real vegetarian six years ago. The thought of someone suffering overpowers the taste. Little by little I’m noticing that I don’t need much at all. Clutter binds me; I want to detach myself from things that I don’t use. I don’t care to put on too much makeup, I don’t care tooContinue reading “My man, forest”
How I wanna live life
It’s come down to a jungle, raft over river and thoughts about a boy that I like hanging out in the wild with my dear ones be it animals by my side this is how I wanna live life.
Plan C is to quit work, live in a rainy tropical jungle, and sleep under a banana leaf