If there was a time I could describe…
My easy chair hunting system is borderline removal due to my sister planning a house.
Neither want easements
Up the trail of baby ash trees I cut with my first chainsaw.
A present from mom. Craftsman
I upgraded and had a verbal agreement with the neighbor.
Some new guy put up like 15 trespassing signs.
Sucks to be him.
Minor things shifted
No real certainty of new land.
28×28 shack on the back of dad’s
it’s like seeing what’s out there
makes us appreciate what we already got
and instead of just standing in the middle of forest,
we ventured out to see carlton county.
South east of my mom’s
Trying to avoid the rez and all implications with dealing with tribes
I see no fault of mine
But fear yours
And the judgement of you upon me is false.
And if you disagree
The courts would tell you
How reason and logic play with metaphors, here.
I serve the courts.
Somebody can’t solicit me.
Little boys in whitehoods
Getting punched in the face 8 times.
What news we gather has prolific reactions
And us as from animals
The howler monkey
About my family
Subduction of description of them
Besides date a-l.
My alibi is my camera
But with my boots
And furry crocs
Fuzzy wuzzy was a fuzzy wuzzy
Not so sleek now, WAS HE?!?!
I SHOW UP HAIRLESS IN SPIRIT. HIDE UNDER HAIR.