Vegans, freegans, and hippies.
Oh what a life we live. Contemporary and careless, yet oh so meticulous.
Tigger's was awesome. I want to live like that. It was the single earthiest place I've ever been to. I want conventional trash to be my treasures and display my art all around me. I want the trees below me, above me, all around me. I want hundreds of vinyl records from garage sales and a flip book of my friend being a ninja with a shovel in black and white. I want to keep my spices in old jam jars that are labeled with their common name and scientific name. I want a roommate named Piper. I want little sheds in my front yard with corrugated tin roofs and windows going every which way. Give me every single tiny piece of your leftover life and I'll make it into mine. I'll make my life bigger and better and so much cooler than yours. So throw away your old doors and windows and bicycles. I'll take them and create more beauty than you've ever seen. Give me time and motivation and supplies and I'll be happy. Let me free myself within no bounds and have about 17 coffee mugs that don't match. I want a tiny little shelf to put my cowboy hats on so they can collect dust while I get ready to unsink my homemade boat (made out of plywood, pine, and mostly tar) from the bottom of the lake.
I am such a hippie at heart. I love it.
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