god last night after a longass day i got to my campsite too late to buy firewood anywhere so i had to go into the woods to chop some deadwood myself but then i somehow didn't have my headlamp so after i had my armful of wood i was carrying my flashlight in my mouth and by the time i had the fire going and cooked dinner and got to bed i was too tired to move. i didn't even set up a tent i just got into my sleeping back in the dark and then i woke up an hour later to Little Bird bristling and growling like there were a lion upon us and as i rose out of my haze i heard the telltale "meep" of an american woodcock. truly we were under siege.
little bird said quickly! we are under attack!
the attacker:
"squirt is actually piss" just say you're a fucking coward and move along.
“Winter Bonsai” 1982 by Eyvind Earle (1916-2000)
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JUST DO IT AGAIN
9/5/18
The electric works of Los Angeles based artist John Espinosa
i literally do not care if grey cloud aliens touch your hair. Who even wants to know if they shook your bed and floated past you like shadow people. Nobody cares. Get a life. Once you have had a new ascention interaction with a higher deminsional being, maybe you can post about it. Don't waste my time.