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The Great Wake 93: Jerky And Seeds

 

Laughing while relaxing away the morning.  Anxiety must be combated.  Only a temporary diversion from the reality of our times.  The gloomy and doomy, the pessimistic, the down.  Living inside a video game, waiting on our turns.  


Charge up your laser beams, your gonna need 'em.  Lighthouse communications and code, radio waves and bicycle messengers, The Trek Express.  Lock blades at the ready, helmets on, protect yourselves.  Probably should go tubeless, thorns and shattered glass and stickers.  Spend your nights near the creeks, their echoes will carry.


Canned food is overrated, dehydrate.  Lighter, better, easier.  Complications should be minimized.  Corn ain't gonna keep you alive.  Jerky is what the mountain people eat, jerky and seeds.


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