I woundn't do a damn thing. Fuck work, fuck the machine and the tacit agreement with the power structure. Count my happy ass on some beach in South America or on some island: Indonesia- Bali, Java, and Sumatra Mentawais, Nias, Hinakos. I'd fish, sleep and do the real kind of surfing. Any monkey can push a button on a keyboard, not every monkey can drop into a 20+ ft. wave.
Kill the deus ex machina...stranger than fiction thing is that this discription is exactly what I'm going to do, burningbush pornarmageddon or not; 5 years and flame on, I'm gone.
After a few years sebatical, I'll probably start some sort of mainstream/ Adult Webmaster Tours Co. Company retreats, team building exercises, pretty three panel color brochure, coconuts with the tops lopped off to recieve the pineapple juice, rum and ice, bamboo umbrellas..."Be somebody"
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