I spend all day worrying about the intricate details of data storage, entry, movement, security, blah blah blah…
In the midst of it I was talking about chickens, farming, and even a rooster named Blackie, who (whether he knows it or not) is fighting for the right to be a rooster. To crow at the sun. To be free. Suburbanites are crazy stupid people sometimes. They build and move out next to farms and then bitch and moan about living next to a farm. If you don't ever want to hear roosters or smell cow pies then DON'T MOVE TO THE COUNTRY!
In honor of this local hubbub, something a little closer to home is striking my fancy tonight…
And I gotta get a move on fit for the sun
I hear my baby callin' my name
And I know that she's the only one
And if I die in Raleigh
At least I will die free
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