tailed back with wipers doing double time
a coatless passerby mumbles and blesses himself repeatedly
"what a nutter" i think
as I draw deeply on my third smoke
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- Dust Bowl Refugee
- Just as Woodie G., Tom Joad and their kinsmen had as much as they could take of the Dust Bowl conditions so have I had my fill of the junk swirling around me in this age of ever-increasing thoughtless inanimate-object-collection stupdity. Woodie had it easy: you KNEW when you were out of the dust bowl. Here & Now it attacks you Physically, Mentally and Spiritually. 3 years ago I moved from an urban centre to rural setting. Within days I could feel a difference on all levels. I was lucky enough to be presented with that opportunity. This blog is for those who want to escape the dust bowl too. We're just tipping along slowly so you can hop on the tail-gate anytime you want and hop off when you feel you have found where you want to go.
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