i am a smoker, and
i like to roll my own.
from amsterdam,
norwegian, to the three sails
nicely cut,
i am not going anywhere.
i do not like big cigars nor tiny and mint ones.
i quit on on bear and wine, because
they are not organic and home made. i mean i hate any corporate and industrial beverage.
so i am stuck with tea and herbs.
coke will blow your f12 'keyboard.'
what else?
i do not like to compress myself.
i used to dream of owning a land.
but since, the state and the feds tax every thing and every possible transaction, i thought
my best choice is to live like a nomad.
i mean owning a land without owning anything.
i hate civilization and all the means of production, because it is pure domestication layer on top of feudalism operating system.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem