Beautifully written and there are a few of us have been dispossessed of our cultural identity and rooted from our fertile nurturing soils, and are forging apparently impossible new avenues, in foreign lands.
No one wants to open the doors, to the ‘Bell -Ringing’ victims, of that ‘plague’ of Awareness.
The globe is now one large back-passage, lined with the scars of over-frequent orgiastic fissuring.
On our travels, we will no longer chance upon that stooped old Matriarch who smiles knowingly and connects with our souls.
Of those who did survive all their Culls, they are too smart to break cover.
In this foreign land of legendary ‘Christian’s’ they line up with their Police and their excellent neuro-bots, to treat you as if you are a Caucasian cancer, whilst still screening visa applications through Islamic EU.
There is no escape in the field of ID nor through the ECHR regs, because the illegal immigrate populated THAT hierarchy, at the hands of Keir Starmer, twenty years ago.
Best of luck friend
They fukin ain’t getting me, without a fight to the death…
Arizona is nice this time of year. Think you'd find like minded individuals here in Phoenix, big art community, Universities, etc. Moved here from San Francisco Bay 24 years ago no regrets.
Both of my parents grew up in South Dakota - Frederick, Rapid City, and my father's family had a large rustic summer cabin in the Black Hills. They later moved to the west coast. Growing up we spent three weeks of every summer in South Dakota for family reunions. I was blessed to have the most wonderful, loving parents. They both grew up on family farms, dirt poor, each of my parents grew up with six siblings. All their food was home grown, home cooked. Most of their clothes home made. They have both since passed but I cherish their values of kindness; helping their neighbors, friends, and family; honesty and can-do, hard-work attitudes. I feel that many of these qualities came to them and their families from living so close to the land, and having to make due on little financial resources, and being in immersive connection to the spirit of the land. They knew how to listen. That's how they grew up. Their growing up life wasn't easy and maybe that is how they ended up appreciating all that they had later in life which, even though still modest, was rich in love, laughter, and connection. Your writing made me think of them. Thank you.
Cool Sophia! Yeah I grew up here too and on the same type of self-sufficient farm near Faulkton. We played Frederick in BB. It's a good place to grow up and a good place to live.
Beautifully written and there are a few of us have been dispossessed of our cultural identity and rooted from our fertile nurturing soils, and are forging apparently impossible new avenues, in foreign lands.
No one wants to open the doors, to the ‘Bell -Ringing’ victims, of that ‘plague’ of Awareness.
The globe is now one large back-passage, lined with the scars of over-frequent orgiastic fissuring.
On our travels, we will no longer chance upon that stooped old Matriarch who smiles knowingly and connects with our souls.
Of those who did survive all their Culls, they are too smart to break cover.
In this foreign land of legendary ‘Christian’s’ they line up with their Police and their excellent neuro-bots, to treat you as if you are a Caucasian cancer, whilst still screening visa applications through Islamic EU.
There is no escape in the field of ID nor through the ECHR regs, because the illegal immigrate populated THAT hierarchy, at the hands of Keir Starmer, twenty years ago.
Best of luck friend
They fukin ain’t getting me, without a fight to the death…
Arizona is nice this time of year. Think you'd find like minded individuals here in Phoenix, big art community, Universities, etc. Moved here from San Francisco Bay 24 years ago no regrets.
Love this. Thanks for taking me there.
JJ Cale & Eric Clapton 'call me the breeze' - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=51Sy59kw2Bg&list=PLK5OobExv6CH-CSgx0gNOSlQWjL_9krpN&index=2
(where did you & yours end up after leaving Missoula?)
northern MN, southern MO, now Black Hills of SD. It just keeps getting better, always one step ahead of the Trusties...
Both of my parents grew up in South Dakota - Frederick, Rapid City, and my father's family had a large rustic summer cabin in the Black Hills. They later moved to the west coast. Growing up we spent three weeks of every summer in South Dakota for family reunions. I was blessed to have the most wonderful, loving parents. They both grew up on family farms, dirt poor, each of my parents grew up with six siblings. All their food was home grown, home cooked. Most of their clothes home made. They have both since passed but I cherish their values of kindness; helping their neighbors, friends, and family; honesty and can-do, hard-work attitudes. I feel that many of these qualities came to them and their families from living so close to the land, and having to make due on little financial resources, and being in immersive connection to the spirit of the land. They knew how to listen. That's how they grew up. Their growing up life wasn't easy and maybe that is how they ended up appreciating all that they had later in life which, even though still modest, was rich in love, laughter, and connection. Your writing made me think of them. Thank you.
Cool Sophia! Yeah I grew up here too and on the same type of self-sufficient farm near Faulkton. We played Frederick in BB. It's a good place to grow up and a good place to live.
bluegrass music central :-))
DEAN!