Mode 1; Village Life -
affords settlers the serenity to let raging beasts sleep, sleeping dogs lie and a crowd of idyllic peace-laden residents to each in their own time build world views of beauty and grace where morning rain refreshes and glistens and grey skies house high moons in clear green nights of better days just out of sight.
Here, love and it's ilk embalm the cosmos. Nothing good and wholesome from which we can evolve gets left unknown. Oh how we build when the good seeds get sown. The warmth of joy eternal. Our care is the essence. Our efforts the kernel.
Mode 2; Speed City -
propels its riders into centrifugal mayhem through which a blurred string of film projects narratives of chances near-missed, farewells un-kissed and Hadron collider-like bins of need, insecurity, greed and obscurity. Sheer tunnels of fear and deadlines isolate populous urban hotspots through which the currency of outright victory smashes up the Euro and it's bonding brothers.
Here, corruption smothers and reeks. You've been dieting on it's destiny for weeks of meaningless years. And the only promise is 'to be continued.' Cheers! The blanket lack of conscious awareness is the endemic and the blessing. Organic molasses. Low cal dressing. Look up. Really up. Beyond the media blimps to the white walled clinics of booked out shrinks.
Modus Operandum;
An easy decision then ? Only if you can see the stacked deck. The slanted field. And even then you'll find you're already three miles down the path that your habits, culture and peers yield. Work is not the venality you've been calling it.
Real work is always financially unrewarded and demands every ounce of virgin nouse. More than they say can be afforded.
Opportunity;
Role; Leap out. See what beyond here lies
Qualifications required; a bold courageous heart; an ever questioning mind
Remuneration; three square hectares of purpose; one new pair of eyes
affords settlers the serenity to let raging beasts sleep, sleeping dogs lie and a crowd of idyllic peace-laden residents to each in their own time build world views of beauty and grace where morning rain refreshes and glistens and grey skies house high moons in clear green nights of better days just out of sight.
Here, love and it's ilk embalm the cosmos. Nothing good and wholesome from which we can evolve gets left unknown. Oh how we build when the good seeds get sown. The warmth of joy eternal. Our care is the essence. Our efforts the kernel.
Mode 2; Speed City -
propels its riders into centrifugal mayhem through which a blurred string of film projects narratives of chances near-missed, farewells un-kissed and Hadron collider-like bins of need, insecurity, greed and obscurity. Sheer tunnels of fear and deadlines isolate populous urban hotspots through which the currency of outright victory smashes up the Euro and it's bonding brothers.
Here, corruption smothers and reeks. You've been dieting on it's destiny for weeks of meaningless years. And the only promise is 'to be continued.' Cheers! The blanket lack of conscious awareness is the endemic and the blessing. Organic molasses. Low cal dressing. Look up. Really up. Beyond the media blimps to the white walled clinics of booked out shrinks.
Modus Operandum;
An easy decision then ? Only if you can see the stacked deck. The slanted field. And even then you'll find you're already three miles down the path that your habits, culture and peers yield. Work is not the venality you've been calling it.
Real work is always financially unrewarded and demands every ounce of virgin nouse. More than they say can be afforded.
Opportunity;
Role; Leap out. See what beyond here lies
Qualifications required; a bold courageous heart; an ever questioning mind
Remuneration; three square hectares of purpose; one new pair of eyes
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