one of my all time favorite songs. gunga din, you're a better man than i. its a 60's song. about '66 i remember. as world war three was breaking out again. we all may just go poof! like flipping off a light switch. just like that. escalation of the war. as new and better and more efficient weapons have been made, with great scientific and military progress, some still wonder if that is really progress? but i regress. and digress. stone age calls? not much for rubbing sticks together to make a fire either. wood is often wet. can't be lit. but nevetheless, since me and mrs.sugarbunny have lost every dime, its off to the desert soon, to live on love and hot air by the us marine corps base at 29 palms, ca. had my two cabins and ten acres there years ago, which were sold in 1979. during all the persian plights. no more flying carpets for us. so many deserted cabins down there to live in. we'll be okay. food? manna from heaven. mr. and mrs. sugarbunny have each other. that's all they need. bunny food. honeymoon salad, lettuce alone. how lazy faire economics. you do it, i'm too lazy. and bring the proceeds to me.
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