FOREST FLOOR/TREE DWELLERS
This is my favorite view from the forest floor. I lie on a bed of sticks and fauna and stare until the wood bends.
Until the sun shifts.
I like the shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhsssshing sound of the leaves. It's restful.
The Tree Dwellers are sleeping usually during the day. They wear hoods and they look at me with piercing yellow eyes.
I will lie here forever. I don't want to move. I won't even scratch that ant off me walking up my leg.
The sun has burnt my face, in patches taht the leaves don't shade.
I heard the music of the forest: the clicking and cawing sounds, the scuttling hyere and there... the rapid movement through the undergrowth.
posted by Billy Leopardskinhousen at 7:26 AM
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The "Tree Dwellers" suck my will to live. They secretly drip sticky tree semen on my vehicle and drop limbs and debris in my yard. When a bird lands in their proximity, they summon the avian creature to shit like a ox on my vehicle, sometimes in a "scatter" fashion, much like a herd of flying Ostriches, nuggets the size of pork chops. Once I scrape the fecal abomination off of my windshield, then I go to work in the volcanic landmass known as THE VOID. There, I work for 25 hours a day and I live in a hole beside a liquor store. And I am THANKFUL for what I have, my father gave me this wisdom, it is an honest jihad of existence, and for this I am eternally grateful for those treelimb climbing mother fuckers.
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