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Forum nutjob RobertMewler is going to live in the woods without technology, but is going to bring plenty of ebooks with her to "learn more about jews"

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Them boys used to tear up the mud behind my house.
*spouse
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Chive Turkey

Erock Army Deserter
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Why is no one talking about the suburbs?? It doesn't have to be either/or. If I want to go to the city, I can. If I want to go to the country, it's just a little bit away. I do know some of my neighbors.
Copypaste suburbia is hell but something more natural or just a small town is probably the ideal place to live. Best of both worlds, no bs.
 

captain_kamala

Calling all simps
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Sounds like a good business plan...

1- get license
2- get cheap scenic land in the sticks, away from drug dealers
3- get clients
rinse repeat
they have some of those, but they are christian based slave labor and make you do farm work in exchange for meals. being in proximity to dealers is exactly what they want, that's how they get repeat customers.
 

'THE NIGGER MAN'

Shane Noakes' rabbi raped his 9 year old dick off.
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A few reasons (none of them good, mind you), eg:

  • Status - "I'm where all the cool people are/things are happening". This is also connected to a sense of pride that is ironically similar to that of people who live off grid and get pleasure or status in demonstrating how self-sufficient they are - city dwellers pursue the same status boost by bragging about the crime level they have to deal with in their particular neighborhood
  • Convenience - they're willing to put up with (read: completely ignore) ridiculous animal behavior going on around them every day because they can get an Uber any time they want, Amazon delivers their trinkets in 30 minutes, they have a choice among six Ethiopian restaurants who deliver at 3AM and an app tells them where to avoid bum shit.
  • Employment - this is much less common now than it was, of course, but previously it was extremely common to hold one's nose and live in the city because that was the only place one could ply one's usually gay and not particularly productive trade.
Congratulations, you're Patrick S Tomlinson
 

'THE NIGGER MAN'

Shane Noakes' rabbi raped his 9 year old dick off.
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That's another one. Prepare for everyone you've ever been friendly to knocking on your door every time they drive by asking for something (like to open a jar, or bread, milk, toilet paper, or help with some physical labor whether you just got home from your physical labor job or not) or giving you something you didn't ask for so they can bitch to people about how you owe them if you ever decline to drive way up the road to do some small task that they realistically could have done themselves. I love being isolated. Those people don't, that's just all they know. Being neighborly is a big part of it. And if you don't like your neighbor, you're in the middle of nowhere, nobody calls the cops and if they do, a lot of the time they're scared to show up, so you're gonna have to physically deal with that. And I'm talking man, woman or child. They're all down to fight eachother.
Put up a gate, stupid
 

Stent

cause you know it don't matter anyway
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Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of outdoor game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors.'
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down.' I could say 'Elves' to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, 'Good fences make good neighbors.'

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