I wanna live in a cave. Halfway up a rock cliff which no zombie can traverse. Being friends with the Eagles. Eating the little ground squirrels. Burning webs and sticks which fall from above, for heat in the inkblack night. Coyotes crawling 'round like hounds. Sitting in the fine dirt -- like sand -- in the shade of the overhang with the ruins of the ancients., i c no way this can b done, but still i want 2 do it. If U lived in OakTown, wouldn't you? What's stopping me is the gasoline for the journey south into the hot zone. .I always dream of electric cactus juice.
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