i’m going to buy a couple acres and the first thing i’ll do is sit on it naked for a while. i’ll get my hair cut before i go, and there i’ll set my golden haircut free. it’ll be where no man can tell me a thing about any thing. i’ll figure out how to capture some rainwater, then i’m gonna leave that land alone. you gotta love a good thing and let it be, too.
in a loving deficit, touch on an arm, no contingencies for taking my time (i could die here, it’s all the same), i love the way the state of being hungry lands in my body, there’s an accumulation of things i want to do but i don’t need to write them all out. i tell my self no low hanging fruit for now. i wish people wouldn’t ask me where i would live if i wasn’t in austin, for me it’s all here.