i wake up and oh fuck i'm still in america
where everything is a celebration
of violence celebrated violently.

i felt asleep. i woke at 11.55. just before the guns started their fanfare. ring out the bells, yee-haw we gone ride this dragon, 2017.

we saw a longeared owl in the pine yesterday. sadly r. was not there. she had my pine cone and it opened in her hand. i said that's because i'm pining for you and that's my lil pineal gland blooming. she noted a silver crescent moon.

harry o. gave me 1001 every birder should know.
he left it at the cafe and jean-claude handed it to me saying i dint know you was a birder 
so i told him i met a birder and now i see birds everywhere.

leaf meditation & sexy daydream.

wouldn't it be funny if we were in little kid bodies but we were still our same old selves?

i was gonna give this blue claw to r. then i realized it stankup my pockit.
 

so i give her this picture insted.

something could happen. something did happen. well something could still happen.

i walked on ice to the big islet while mister sat and watched from the meadow-side. usually i defer to him in matters of ice-walking. then i saw the birders. i told them i would place their bird totems next week when the ice is solider. not a single hater so far in 2017.