The Organic Concrete Crunchers: A Tale of Real Estate Consumption

The Organic Concrete Crunchers: A Tale of Real Estate Consumption

You know, folks, when I think about hippies, I usually picture free spirits, peace-lovers, and magic bus inhabitants, don't you? Sure, you have your fair share of patchouli smell and tie-dye shirts, but that's all part of the package, right? However, recently, I've noticed a new trend creeping into the Hippie Handbook that has got me scratching my head and simultaneously reaching for a granola bar - and it ain't because I'm feeling peckish.

Now, bear with me here. I'm not talking about the traditional hippie appetite for vegetarian, vegan, gluten-free, lactose intolerant, non-GMO, shade-grown, fair-trade, dolphin-safe, cage-free, locally sourced organic quinoa and kale. I'm talking about something entirely different, something that smacks of a seismic shift in their dietary practices. A development so baffling, it could make a Zen master's head spin faster than a tie-dye in the washing machine.

Folks, the hippies are eating... real estate. Yes, you heard it right. Real estate! It seems they've decided that there's no form of consumption more conscious than literally consuming the land beneath our feet.

You might be imagining some dreadlocked soul attempting to chomp down on a three-bedroom Colonial with a finished basement, but it ain't quite like that. Nope, these Earth-loving gastronomers have taken a metaphor and run with it. Well, they ran with it, tripped over a patch of wild mushrooms, and landed in a world where 'chewing the scenery' isn't just for overacting in B-movies.

So, how does this work? They start by 'digesting' the property's energy, savoring the vibes of each foundation stone, each wooden beam, each squeaky stair, each vintage wallpaper choice. A single-family home? That’s an appetizer. A two-story Victorian? Well, that’s the main course. A duplex? Why, that's a meal for two, shared under the starlit sky with a side of universal love and understanding.

Then, they move on to the literal taste of the home - but no, they aren’t taking a bite out of drywall or munching on the lawn. No, these aren't termites, they're trendsetters! They are creating organic, gluten-free, zero-carbon footprint replicas of the homes using locally-sourced mud, grass, and the occasional confused earthworm. Then they proceed to eat this mud pie property in a ceremonial feast, relishing the 'flavors' of the housing market. Talk about the taste of gentrification, folks.

It's a strange world, isn't it? You never know when someone's going to start chewing on your picket fence while discussing the aftertaste of the '70s ranch-style bungalow they had for breakfast. But, hey, who are we to judge? If life gives you real estate, why make lemonade when you can make a feast?

So, the next time you see a group of hippies huddled around a mud structure, eyes closed, in an intense state of chew-based meditation, don't be alarmed. They're just having their fill of the local architecture. Literally. They're taking 'home-cooked meal' to a whole new level. Who knew real estate could be part of a balanced diet?

But let me tell you, it's only a matter of time before the hipsters catch on. And when they do, you can expect pop-up restaurants offering “locally sourced Georgian townhouses” and “artisanal log cabins”. I just hope they remember to floss afterward. Termites, after all, are a real problem.

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