Eyes open, a quick ink and I am out of bed wondering what loneliness the day will bring.
Perhaps I had better wrap you back up and toss you into the looney bin.
There would definitely be a lust for my flesh there.
That's where the protein is.
There's no energy crisis without cannibalism. We are still digging up peat fields and discarding bodily fluids.
Are there still enough oil drills, windmills, coal burners and sun catchers to meet the ever growing consume?
I tell you, if I were to go down to the market place every day I would find enough waste timber to heat all year.
Rent of course would be the necessary evil in this scenario.
I just try to get by on nothing. Nothing for food, nothing for heat, nothing for shelter.
You simply live outside.
I did briefly consider a return to the outback.
And what? Your desire for change just gave up the ghost?
It was easier to crash couches.
Lucky to have them.
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