Ditching the Square House

This morning, my bag was finally packed after inserting instant mash potatoes and Top Ramon. My cook’n pot is tight ‘n secure. My car is full of gasoline with blankets in the trunk. I’m prepared for the boonies, and now I’m feeling reckless, and something is waiting.

God, please, I’m leery of this formidable square house telling me how to behave and how to live. The TV is a non-stop chatter box. Society keeps rambling on… Everything has a purpose, but your face is in nature, it heals my silliness. Pity me for feeling more reclusive every hour.

Damn! I want the desert surrounding me, providing a hiding place from cities and towns of never ending man-made sounds. I love quiet days of cloud shadows passing over. This is true happiness, my friends!

The wind-swept canyon lands are awake with strange skies of soft blue complexion.

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