Shroom recommends dropping what no longer serves.

A flash of handwriting amongst the litter calls out to me with its story.

Urban claustrophobia gives way to rural spaciousness......soon, soon!

Anger gratification transferred onto a post reaches for a post-fucked up world

A Semi-Rhyming Waterfall Of Subversive Thought

The End Game of a deluded mind is 'high-level' observed for what it actually is.

A random necklace of words adorning seven unrelated photographs.

Poetry: 7-syllable lines | 4-line stanzas | 10-stanza poem

Levey, weary of Life, looks for an Escape Route out of the current dimension.

This is an exploratory post. I am reaching out to the Homesteader community to see if there is any interest in what I am laying out here. If nothing else, I am writing the possibility into being. TL;DR:

"I'm gone. I'm no more - uprooted by the Housing Committee! They chopped me to the ground coz I didn't grow 'straight' innit... ....the very day after barge came to visit and I sang him my farewell

The speed of everything flashing by was making Raju nauseous. The rocking and swaying of his own body was unsettling and he had the uneasy feeling of everything being completely out of his control. He

When I was a kid I was never in doubt as to my three wishes, they always were for me: to be able to fly to be able to make myself invisible/visible at will to be able to travel back-and-forth in time But

Floating feeling feathery and free In a forested sea of consciousness Leaves strewn around cushioning the Silence Of the Space in between Tension & The Shadow Gang Peer in through a gap at the little

Why not? It's about time I guess To let the Flow run the show! Move aside hyumans, ladies and gents You've played at running the Show long enough Time to get yer butts outta da way! There ain't no 'show'

Does one hear me traverse the morning Dropping Latent Silvery Dreams through the heavens? No?.....ah you do! Barge has an entry pass, and guidance regarding when To set sail And float His boat "2019

Along unknown roads, undulating as I 'drive' in the dark, without headlights, without senses, without meaningful feedback. There's a cluster of fireflies dancing before me - a faint glowing, ever-changing

Here is my little neck of the woods, the spot I go to when on my break at work. It's only a short walk away and I sit with coffee and a smoke, enjoying a clean break from the energies of jobbing. It's

Yee ha Ladies & Bitches (speaking as one of course!), Gentlemen & Savages: I'm commandeering barge again it's me, Woolf topDAWG Shanti Town, for the boy's teeth ain't chattin' any more and his

Where is Winter? Does she not know that December is over and Jack has made but two brief appearances? Both visits were in December laaaast year, but the sun shone and sent Jack and his sparkling diamond