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SWATHS OF DISCONTENTS
I will be a member of the swaths of discontents, scrapping and foraging. I will own land, even if it is only 1/2 acre. I will have a humble home, I will protect it by all means necessary, I will have gentle but rabid dogs, I will have wild but warm cats, I will have guard geese, and cooing mourning doves, I will have calves for slaughter, and chicken eggs, and cow milk, and straw in my hair, and dirt under my fingernails, and I will rub elbows with the tweakers, and the drunks, and the whores, and those with thousand-yard stares, and old men and women that are ferocious, and thieves that are generous, and I will not, I will not be absorbed. I will swear like a sailor, and do coke to work all day, and shoot myself with heroin to slumber at night, I will rage, and roam, and piss on my boundary markers. I will raise wolves from pups, and gather all warhorses that I can steal. I will fish, and hunt without license, I will feed eagles from a porch, I will shoot to kill, I will shape friendships with all that remain, and be a vicious enemy if needed. I will not be absorbed, I will not be absorbed. I will be a member of the swaths of discontents.
