fruit snacks.

bird no. 6. this bird is nurturing, wears orange against purple, and has excellent bedside manner.

Bird no. 4

JK about color. I really love it!  I’m human, I reserve the right to vacillate.  My mom made me after all, which makes me half-woman.

If I could ask a spacetime parrot anything, I suppose I’d ask why the vulture doesn’t get the same amount of legacy as the phoenix.  It’s like people forget all the stink of dead flesh that would totally ruin the Phoenix show if the vultures weren’t cleaning it up behind the scenes.  Vultures are like the thankless janitors of the popular bird icon club.

Also, fancy transdimensional sky-pooper, how do you heal from a heartbreak so old and familiar that it feels like the only regular thing you can count on?  In the future, do humans exercise neuroplasticity with somatic willpower?  Or are they weaned on orgiastic communal polyamorous sapiosexual love-ins?  I am really curious about this one, because, um, a friend of mine is asking me about it.

Finally, what are hallucinogens like in the year 2424 and has there been any improvement on bacon?

its me again. with some city miles.

bird no. 3

the tone.  if there was a tone, and we can’t hear much anymore, we suspect it’s estranged with the colorings of the last hangup.

forgive me, i’m at your door with a bag full of unsolicited dogma.  i can’t help it.  i’ve been a steward lately.  miracles unfolding before my crusty eyes.

you’re probably ready to stomp it out. 

stomp away.  i’m here, i’m here with the warm water and a stiff brush, when you’re ready for me to wash the shit off your foot.

more unfinished business

disproportionate.

i let my hand wander for the first time in a while, and i get duckface.

what’s in your wallet?