lantana bedding
there are no rules on these sub divided paddocks without fences or roads or power or water mains. one puts a key line plough into the earth and another builds a roof into the sky. we could give up the struggles and learn from each other. we could bag thistle mulch, be big and loud together. i should never have left Philadelphia, but that bird has flown. lucid levels are critical. we can get by together in ignorance, but i don't want that. i want to be awake. no walls to tear down. no doors to slam. this is my story and it has already happened.