Childhood dreams coming to the fore

Oct 11, 2005 16:39

Well I'll always be a child, but fuck I'm ready to move back out of the world.
Kids, don't listen to what they say.
Growing up, having haircuts, and getting a real job really isn't all that it's cracked up to be.
I'd rather move out of the world and trod down the path. You know, the roadless travelled, and not Mr.Pecks version either. Not the road less travelled by suits and stomped to death by oppoprtunist (sur)realists.
The road of ordinary childhoos dreams.
Give me a hammock on the beach, a hammock on the bow of a ship, a sailors life for me. Tom Sawyer, Huck Finn and all the rest, only their only indulgence at hand was Moonshine:) Not complaining but I'm sure there's plenty more they'd love to get fucked up on too.
So who wants to run away in the moment with me.
Option A - Gilligans Island
Option B - Swiss Family Robinson styles
Option c - Lord of the Flies
OR Fuck it all and just be too lace to move from the coast and post a sign up that says, "area closed. wildlife rejuvenation". Move in and no one will disturb you.

Peace.
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