I once wanted to own America and conquer the world, so in perspective, a tea cup isn’t that impressive of a list compared to what I once imagined. Used to be harems of dozens of women, but now I’m more pragmatic and will settle for just two or three.
I still don’t understand what your getting at about rape and shit.
I used to only own a knife and the clothes on my back. Then I took a job in tv and bought a car and rented a house and bought weed and a playstation. Both situations were ok. I would say try to own only things that share your soul.
…that’s what people say to justify their actions.
You justify your actions by raping and abusing people’s wives?
You said you weren’t a lesbian.
I don’t understand what is going on.
Are we talking minimalism here 
No, you just started talking about rape and shit, I don’t know why.
And now your a lesbian.
I honestly don’t know about you, but this topic is getting out of hand. Let’s just focus on how Erik is going to starve to death foraging for food out of season.
I used to be a hoarder but I am now more of a minimalist as I get older. The only things I collect regularly are magazines and
books and records. My philosophy now is to have as much free space as possible instead of cramming it all full of superfluous
rubbish like I used to back in the day. My house has eight rooms. Four of them I never use at all recreationally. And I have no
car or job and live entirely within my means. I need very little to do so
Way to take my post out of context.
Seeing that Erik’s presence here is fleeting, that might be a while.
Yesterday’s excursion (after being invited to it by an old acquaintance I bumped into playing the bongos outside a building on the South Bank, as I was leaving after my outing on the Friday night) was a minimalists wet dream 
I don’t think a venue or peoples could get any rawer than that 
so from one extreme to the other… I think my pal had an epiphany a’la Erik, because he was never into that scene.
My pal’s in the yellow hat.
I would dump those friends and find a better lot. I don’t like those green elv pants, doesn’t fit the month of August at all. Clearly some sort of gay elf fetish.
I know none but 1 of that crowd… that place was a reel hippy-fest and far too laid back for my energy levels. It was very earthy, to say the least.
There is a spot near the Zen center on Post Street (near post street, not on it) that looks like that. Nobody, however, in the whole damn city, was ever so gay as to dress like a Elv late summer. This guy has some serious issues.
Maybe he was practicing for when he hires himself out as one of santa’s little helpers come Christmas time
There were all sorts of accents going on there, including quite a few American one’s… maybe they are over visiting from Post Street?
