One tooth hag with leather jacket
Brown from bent back stooping
In exposed fields of watery weed
Where crucified shirts scare birds swooping

Every home with a lemonade stand
Auntie and child in hammock swinging
Dancing girls adorn a bamboo stage
Drunken uncles make attempts at singing

Families ring the rubber trees
Teenage boys ride off for fishing
In ditches and streams formed in rainy season
Sat in sun, waiting, hoping, wishing

Up towards the tree-lined tops
Down to the valley fires are burning
The circle of life that never stops
Just as the water wheels are turning

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What does the money machine eat? It eats youth, spontaneity, life, beauty, and, above all, it eats creativity. It eats quality and shits quantity.

William Burroughs

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Today I’m feeling:
Very relaxed, almost too relaxed.
Today I’m grateful for:
Being able to order food delivery for lunch and eating delicious rice with pineapple and cashew nuts. I feel old because I still marvel at being able to order food through app, that is connected to Amy’s bank to pay and then watch a map in real-time of the driver getting lost along our soi.
The best thing about today was:
I didn’t do a whole lot so it’s a choice between, getting up early again, unblocking the sink or buying and planting a bush and a potted plant.
Have you ever benefitted from alternative medicines?
Nope.