I will both tolick and frolick.
I’ll do my best to do it perpendicular to you in a vain attempt to be contrarian.
Frolic Against the Machine
I’m flying above it, circling and watching for anyone who dares interrupt your whimsical frolicking.
Or perhaps I’ll just change the whole narrative and say neither of us are frolicking. You’re riding on my back as I fly around.
So it has come to this. Very well then…may the best frolicker win.
No thanks I don’t like ticks and spiders and poison ivy and thorns and ants and snakes and unexploded ordnances.
Allergies too. Unfortunately. However, it’s fine. I just won’t disturb nature and hopefully don’t get killed by it in return.
That just protects you from vengeful nature. Leaves you totally vulnerable to crime of opportunity nature.
It’s tough keeping your feet dry when you’re… strolling through a dewy meadow.
YoFrodo, my allegiance is to the city – to urbanism!
Urban areas require pollinator spaces as well.
Only a Hippie deals in absolutes.
One time I met a guy and a girl and we frolicked together against each other for an entire day
