fucksnow
I'll learn to speak YabbaYabba and live in a coconut tree, and drink water from the ground, and only alter my chemistry from mushrunes growing from Yak crap, and weeds and leafs whut the jungle monkeys eat to get loopy.
I'll risk death by foot fungus, or fever, or cuticle-rippage-microbial-invasion, because outside of time nothing is untimely. The proof is that I will wake with the sun and screeching of the creatures from the sleep of onne-eye-open just because, and without electronic assistance.
I'm not obtuse. You're just not invited.
