TheGardener
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How long until the self-ordained "Nomad" gets the itch to roam and drag his financial umbilical along for the ride? He's living a weird self-designed jail sentence that bears no likeness to running naked and shoeless through the Tetons. That boy is landlocked and more under someone else's rule than ever before. "You paid how much for a bag of toasted whole wheat, yogurt - banana granola bars? WHAT? 50 bucks?" "Don't even poke your nose out the window there." "You went for a WALK?" "I'm not shelling out 5 thousand a month so you can get yourself caught!"
Spam in a can. Iron bars do not a prison make, but draining someone's nest egg can make them pretty testy when your foot is indiscriminately being pressed to the spending pedal. Liberation, once the hub of your wheel has been supplanted with umbilicaly dependent/incarceration. Ouch. A gutting of all things sentiently fulfilling and vast. The pregnant, cosmic possibilities of becoming all one with nature squished down, under relentless pressure, to molecule size. Can you be an obedient boy and live with that? For how long?
Spam in a can. Iron bars do not a prison make, but draining someone's nest egg can make them pretty testy when your foot is indiscriminately being pressed to the spending pedal. Liberation, once the hub of your wheel has been supplanted with umbilicaly dependent/incarceration. Ouch. A gutting of all things sentiently fulfilling and vast. The pregnant, cosmic possibilities of becoming all one with nature squished down, under relentless pressure, to molecule size. Can you be an obedient boy and live with that? For how long?