Welcome to my humble home

Earth law v. Sky law
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Welcome to my 200 square foot free-standing house. I made it out of part of a reclaimed shipping container. I live here with my husband, two kids, three dogs, and a parrot. I know it’s a tight squeeze, but we don’t mind! We’re all right with the small space! We love being around each other! All the time! So!! Much!!!

Welcome to my 100 square foot micro-loft. It’s not much space, but to me it’s worth it to live in the heart of the city. This is where everything is happening! I can go out to all kinds of trendy fusion restaurants–that is, I have to go out, my kitchen is 1 burner and a glorified toaster oven. Still, it’s totally affordable at $2500 a month, plus utilities.

Welcome to my 84 square foot house on wheels. I built it out of wood salvaged from the tables of an eco-friendly cafe, which were in turn salvaged from old boats. I know it’s little, but to me, it feels roomy. Probably because I built it on a 4,000 square foot lot and I eschew human companionship. Don’t ever call my home a trailer.

Welcome to my 30 cubic foot enviro-tube. I had myself hermetically sealed into this tube and blasted into space. Since I don’t live on planet Earth anymore, my carbon footprint is basically negative, I think. I survive on grey water and hydroponic tomatoes (no GMO, only organic will do!). I know it’s a little far from the local co-op, but there’s nothing better than zero-G for stepping up your yoga game!

Welcome to my 10 square foot miniature micro-farm. Would you like a home-grown strawberry? We’ll have to share it, of course, I only have room for one berry.

Welcome to my 1 square foot cryo-tube. I and thousands of my brethren lie stacked in the darkness, half-alive and half-mad. Our ship was cast into the void from a dying world generations ago, so that we might trade uncertain hope for certain destruction. Is there still a planet called Earth, or is it now a blasted ruin, inhabited by no life and known by no name? Is there a world out there for us, lush and green, or only an endless half-conscious drift through the void?

Welcome to my 0 square foot existence. I have transcended this mortal body, and now I exist solely as a being of pure cosmic energy, untethered by your mundane understanding of space and time. My apartment consists of [millions of images pass through your brain, too fast for mortal meat to comprehend] The walk score is 3,000%.

Earth law v. Sky law
Roy Moore knows the secret of bisexuals

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