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I'll be damned if I didn't waste my time instead of taking up arms in the heavenly escape of the backwoods where I could've dug my fingers into fresh, mossy soil, making a home for butter beans, Lima beans, collards and a gleaming smile that always comes a day late and a dollar short.

A fortress of abandonment, solitude, late afternoon masturbatory practice sessions, finances etched in the bark of evergreens, slipping on muddy trails that lead to water sources, copious amounts of escape routes lined with black berries with their leaves laden with snake foam...the kind of snakes you can eat with and learn from in a harmonious fashion. 

Not the kind that surround you in your everyday mundane life, along side the water-cooler, with starched ties, creased souls, and over zealous advances in medium sized ziplock baggies, shoved in the corner of the company's pint sized fridge with sharpie instructions stating,

"do not touch....or else."

Ray Strickland

2022