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Have you ever had something that you wrote a loooong time ago, forgot about, and then found when you were looking for something else? It's not good at all, but it's really kind of cute and funny and you feel like sharing?
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So, Mike and I have designed the Perfect Island (named The Island of Doom, so we won’t get tourists).
It will be big, where all of our close friends and family will live. The land will be equally owned by everyone, but every family unit will have their own small house. There will be a lot of shade and fruit trees, bearing almost all kinds of imaginable fruit. There will be several big gardens that many people will tend to. Those who don’t tend to the gardens will fish or bake or milk the goats and cows (we’ll only have a few).
No one will work at a “job” (unless they want to, but they won’t get paid. If someone who wants to ruin the dream wants there to be some monetary things, we’ll export some of our fruits and vegetables for toothpaste, toothbrushes, batteries, flour and yeast). We’ll all have plenty to do with the farming, and teaching of our children to read (we’ll bring all of our books with us, of course).
If we want to know what’s going on in the world outside, newspapers will be flown in with the mail every day. What little trash we will produce will be sent out with them as well.
Everyone can have as many pets as they want, but all of them will be trained so they don’t poo all over the beach. We’ll make a special “Poo Garden” in a thicket of trees, where their poo can degrade into the earth.
Clothes are optional. When we throw big parties, people should probably wear clothes, because some people like Mike and Ally aren’t comfortable with total nudity.
The temperature always stays between 70 and 80 degrees. Maybe it drops down to 55 on some few chilly nights, but that’s all. And no, there is no electricity. Radios are powered by batteries. No TV. Period.
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Poo Garden! Ah ha ha ha ha! Joy!
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So, Mike and I have designed the Perfect Island (named The Island of Doom, so we won’t get tourists).
It will be big, where all of our close friends and family will live. The land will be equally owned by everyone, but every family unit will have their own small house. There will be a lot of shade and fruit trees, bearing almost all kinds of imaginable fruit. There will be several big gardens that many people will tend to. Those who don’t tend to the gardens will fish or bake or milk the goats and cows (we’ll only have a few).
No one will work at a “job” (unless they want to, but they won’t get paid. If someone who wants to ruin the dream wants there to be some monetary things, we’ll export some of our fruits and vegetables for toothpaste, toothbrushes, batteries, flour and yeast). We’ll all have plenty to do with the farming, and teaching of our children to read (we’ll bring all of our books with us, of course).
If we want to know what’s going on in the world outside, newspapers will be flown in with the mail every day. What little trash we will produce will be sent out with them as well.
Everyone can have as many pets as they want, but all of them will be trained so they don’t poo all over the beach. We’ll make a special “Poo Garden” in a thicket of trees, where their poo can degrade into the earth.
Clothes are optional. When we throw big parties, people should probably wear clothes, because some people like Mike and Ally aren’t comfortable with total nudity.
The temperature always stays between 70 and 80 degrees. Maybe it drops down to 55 on some few chilly nights, but that’s all. And no, there is no electricity. Radios are powered by batteries. No TV. Period.
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Poo Garden! Ah ha ha ha ha! Joy!
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