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Feb 2014
If.
If money grew on trees
And everything was free
What then

And on and on this one goes

And now we as humans no longer have to work for a living for there is no longer the need for any income to help support who we all are

And so,

The air that we now breathe has been transformed into a way of life to the point that it now gives to us all things we need on a day to day basis

Such as
We no longer need to eat for the air that we breathe gives us our daily nourishment

There are no longer need for stores that we all once came to shop in and at for our food and clothes
For at days end we hang our clothes inside a cubicle to be returned to us brand new whenever the need arises.

No work gives to all of us more time to spend with friends and family

And another thing in life is no longer needed
And this is the need to sleep

The air gives back to us all that sleep once did
And so there is no longer the need for beds or bedrooms unless it is your desire to still have them.

All automobiles run on air and no need to worry about tires wearing out because the greening of our lands act out on road surfaces and generates back into your tires all that they will ever need.

Another major change that has taken over is that our homes that once relied on all ways to heat and cool
Have been taken over by underground type springs that offer you the cooling needed in hot weather

And the heating in cold weather due to the fact that in the season of lets say summer
The heated air is stored inside of unlimited chambers kept there until called upon by the changing of the seasons giving you always the perfect in door temperature.

Crime of any kind has been eradicated by the air itself and before it would even come into being,You would be vaporized.

And so inside this place called if

There is only one thing that shall come to ruin this place so given to us
And that one thing is just this

The privacy of the human mind is no longer

Anyone can hear your thoughts
And with nothing but time on your hands
Whats next.

jo.
jo forstrom
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