


When the bushes is your bathroom, you need all the necessary amenities. Here's my toilet paper holder... It keeps the rain off, homie.


Greetings from Eleuthera.
Okay, tell me again. Why aren't we all here?
Embracing life, and whatever experiences it offers. Building the Daydream Hog Compound. The plans are congealing. The confluence of our energies is coalescing. The corned beef of our consciousness is careening. Any friend and family that does not have their key (I realize there are many of you, sorry), please shoot Old Macaroni Baby (Jack's DJ name) an email at livingstonebuilding@yahoo.com. Grazie.
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