Living the life of Reilly, whoever the Hell he is, in an experiement in working for food (I am officially unemployed these days, after all). Meditating upon the noble and ancient arts of deer fence erection and drip irrigation repair in an idyllic setting, complete with wild turkeys and blooming plants aplenty. Gladly ripping weeds and scrubbing composting toilets for a free lunch or two. Fersh air, exercise, hilly bike rides to a plethora of beaches (those in the know say Pete's has the best Fish Tacos in town; yet to be confirmed), and sleeping under the stars whilst dainty little frogs sing me lullabies.
Amongst the Lucky Ones: Artists, Aesthetes, Permaculturists, Musicians, and folks overflowing with intuition and centeredness and raw veganness. Even throw in a globerotting tether ball champeen and a blacksmith/chef who makes his own knives. When it all gets a bit too holistic to handle, you can dig some Rollins out of your pocket and burn it all away.
Amongst the Lucky Ones: Artists, Aesthetes, Permaculturists, Musicians, and folks overflowing with intuition and centeredness and raw veganness. Even throw in a globerotting tether ball champeen and a blacksmith/chef who makes his own knives. When it all gets a bit too holistic to handle, you can dig some Rollins out of your pocket and burn it all away.
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