In preparation for the looming super inflation facing the US once the veil of value has been removed from the dollar, I am going into production.
Organics: soon you will be my willing slaves for a a bit more gruel. But it will be sustainable gruel.
Were I to grow bananas, the patches would be called AoG and Andy, but I'm not. I hate banana eaters and you will suck on none of mine.
As your future place of refuge and your imminent domain of worship, I thought that you may like some input on what is available, the naming and design of your new landscape.
Please suggest names, they can be vulgar as the bitches of the world will be the least able to complain in coming times. Please suggest food's. Please connect names to foods and try to paint a picture of serene confinement.
I look forward to denying you sustenance just to watch you squirm.
