I don't want clothes to wash... at least not massive amounts. I want like five robes and I want to be naked under them, and I want to wash the robes in the water.
I want to be naked.
I don't want any excess food to overindulge on. I want to stay hungry. I don't want TV. I want to play games in the woods. I want to live in a society where everyone knows how to make a decent bow and arrow. I want life to be my living instead of sucking life to be my living.
The world- we justify because we need to feel balanced. Where it's going, we dream... and I can't shoot it down.
But I wish my life happened as a caveman. I wish every day I faced real threats instead of threats from my own immune system as a result of it being pounded and overexposed, and body overindulged. I'd rather fight a fucking bear. I would totally destroy that bear. I swear.
Nothing against bears, or anything. In fact it's quite the opposite, how I feel. It would be an honor.
Flesh eating bacteria? At least it's not my own body. I'm what happens when God turns on itself.
We go back. We start again. We go back. We start again. The teeter totter, teeter totter... up and down. What if I learned there was no balance?
Charge ahead.
I want to be naked.
I don't want any excess food to overindulge on. I want to stay hungry. I don't want TV. I want to play games in the woods. I want to live in a society where everyone knows how to make a decent bow and arrow. I want life to be my living instead of sucking life to be my living.
The world- we justify because we need to feel balanced. Where it's going, we dream... and I can't shoot it down.
But I wish my life happened as a caveman. I wish every day I faced real threats instead of threats from my own immune system as a result of it being pounded and overexposed, and body overindulged. I'd rather fight a fucking bear. I would totally destroy that bear. I swear.
Nothing against bears, or anything. In fact it's quite the opposite, how I feel. It would be an honor.
Flesh eating bacteria? At least it's not my own body. I'm what happens when God turns on itself.
We go back. We start again. We go back. We start again. The teeter totter, teeter totter... up and down. What if I learned there was no balance?
Charge ahead.