dibble-dop doubts

here we are. edge of america.

frontiers in red-state-ville, shopping at the farmers co-op and making friendly with the army neighbors, commiserating with conservatives about the fall of america.

suddenly i remember why i moved out here. so logan-bogan wouldnt grow up in a concrete nightmare, so he would grow up in community.

but here we are, as isolated as any apartment-dweller - theres no landmarks on the road to community in sight, too much static at home, and it's too dangerous outside. you can't go out and play in brambles and poison ivy, and there's nothing to do but chase the dog and pull ticks.

doubt doubt doubt. sobriety and escaping rampant materialism, getting ungrounded means re-assessing everything, yet again, and look - the simple life. it's still not so simple.

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[kevin Jones]

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