Dreamed of cars and trucks all stuck in the mud, all convoying to the same place. Fortifications trying to be bade, heads counted, but stuck in place, stuck where they couldn't do anything but help each other out, and the mistrust that the open road brings. Someone offered me a ride in the back of their truck, as I was walking, or had walked there... The whole highway was flooded, turned to mud. People were placing cardboard under wheels, to get them unstuck...
Corvus Corax - [Tanzwut]--- I have a lot of songs, in Latin.
Pruning, not clear-cutting, not continual planting such that the lack of resources causes sudden die-offs. Right? Right.
I'm thinking about the Vortex, today, for lunch, or similar. Maybe Manuel's.
Coffee first.
Tom Waits - [Step Right Up]--- Coffee and getting rid of a new network.
Corvus Corax - [Tanzwut]--- I have a lot of songs, in Latin.
Pruning, not clear-cutting, not continual planting such that the lack of resources causes sudden die-offs. Right? Right.
I'm thinking about the Vortex, today, for lunch, or similar. Maybe Manuel's.
Coffee first.
Tom Waits - [Step Right Up]--- Coffee and getting rid of a new network.