This fumbling for a footing in reality called life has kept me fighting for my own. In the knick/knack collection of wake up brush your teeth, deliver, it becomes a life raft to simply calm, cool, consider.
Dive into the calm sea of self;
Things are not going right for many.
And now the fear of diseases has your attention, and now the economy, and now the man moving in or out next door, down the road; wherever,..and what? Consume;greed.
Need has never
surfed the cusp of evolution,
for a new pair of shorts
For these and more reasons we at the Roving House consider those some what sane and resilient, healthy souls who refuse to go down under, to lay and wallow in the work disease too common devour of all that is human.
For to act contrary to human desire on an all too regular basis is to breed in ourselves contempt for not only ourselves, but also, others.
Are we saying, “quit your job.
Why don’t you experiment with a Home Free existence for a while too?”
But you wont.
They have,…you can.
Or, we will.
in control of this spaceship flesh, navigating humanity; or not, alone in a darkened room, tent, hole, cave,…your god, Allah, or the Great Pumpkin only knows; all cases considered.
First order of business,.. assemble a documented collective conscious.
It is my feeling that with a pooling together of civic minded intellectual property a certain future historic preservation society could be created, watch dogs of the present with respect for tomorrow.
But here my friend Erik would say I am getting in over my head, starting with lofty end goals when I have yet to do anything but spray paint a few obscure hardly accessible CDs. Besides, haven’t you been stoned for, what? Like 3 years now?
the roving house.
PS, meet us in New Mexico on the fourth of July.
Washington, Oregon, North West, in the mid spring.
East Coast for another week.
Or somewhere between here and there along the way.