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Wild Chicken


Some version of a vision is all we need to get started.  From there, the wind will help us, the tides will be perfect, the moon will light the way.  Not reacted to, but absorbed quickly.  It's merely information, nothing changes.  We go forward.  Again, with the wind.  Breezy and fresh, a rush of coolness to the stubborn and dumb.

Automatically, we reach for the duct tape.  It has been proven time and time again over the years.  Minor repairs, major emergencies, airtight seals, apprehensions.  Available in all colors, however, silver is by far the most popular.  Some day duct tape will be obsolete like wires are becoming, but it will take awhile.  Decades, maybe.   

Run for the money, hustle all you want.  Rely on the lie.  It is a trap, a waste, a folly.  Make peace and money will run to you.  Care less about it, be careless with it, it is completely irrelevant now.  Everyone will be tested with poverty and prosperity.  The poor have been told they are less, but they are not.  They will own the earth.

Because many years ago on a farm near the Missouri River, a wild chicken laid a beautiful black egg.  Different from the rest, utterly unique.  The one.  Understand what is needed, without words, with love.  Tired of being tired of, let the interested find each other. Western madness is our only chance,  please summon the driver.

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