does being in a can limits my experience of the great outdoors?
well ive gotta be better off than you ...
my connection to the mother earth is deep and fulfiling, she is my provider, my nurturer .. my guardian ... her rivers are my lifeblood, and her fruits are my soul... praise to gaia!
shut up
break free of your tin shackles and join with me in this rain dance!
life is like a trash can... it starts out all bright and shiny, ends up dull and dinted; and starts to smell funny if you leave it alone for too long...
but boxes of chocolates can go in the trash ... right?