Op FlyInFrontOfCars

YokoKano

United States612 Posts

May 18 2015 20:37 GMT

I remember when I died. I walked outside, down the steps, across the concrete pavement, and to my F150, a '97 in Burgundy or Maroon. It ceased to matter as my body left its ancestral form and ascended. One of these noble creatures, a barn owl of some renown was perched on the thickened branch of a deceased lumber. The creek flowed beneath him, and his posture was upright. Mirrored in his reflective gaze, my petty yearnings fell away. What strange fates the nocturnal being will visit upon us mortals.

It was strange to hear my face fall. Man is the only creature who can grin when he needs to. Laughing it off isn't a real possibility in the end. The wisest of creatures seldom speaks, because in the daylight truth is fleeting. It is our collective sanity that we cannot comprehend we ocean borne tree-dwellers long forsaken by the true currents. Alas that the simple thrill of the hunt has become so perverted. It seems self-preservation is a lost art.

Well, psychology is something that comes and goes. Walking off death is like walking off an old layer of skin. Alas, architecture in its simplicity is not perfectly comprehended. We go to considerable agonies for the briefest of pleasures. Perhaps the internal strife is ill apprehended. It is impossible to feel responsibility for that which we are not responsible. Urbanity is an owl in a zoo.

Once the spirit has departed the body, the world appears in a different light.

LOL! IT'S TIME TO FLY IN FRONT OF CARS. Yes, it's basically true. The subliminal messaging which has become such a problem for those who frequent the tables at Vegas has become a rampant real world phenomenon amongst the higher intellects. There is virtually no way to prevent the suicidal kamikazing of early morning birds whose only release for their extreme angst is to slam their chips down in a one-for-one trade that they're more cost-efficient than your cars. So far humans have been pretty lucky that one of these wild and crazy mother fuckers hasn't perma-hexed Bugatti's Veyron line, but I'm sure that's something in the works.

As you're probably well aware, the peregrin falcon tops out at around 300 mph, and the real threat of this speed record being broken by some idiotic dashboard melting faceplant of a human being driving a conventional automobile is just one more affront to the dominant attitude of the earthly avian. The cry for help, the obvious desire for attention, and the need for recognition is completely lost on the usual work-bound human who sits behind the wheel oblivious to the true intentions of the divine spirit. Why do we seek to supplant the birds in every respect. Motor cycles are more agile, cars are faster, planes are bigger, bicycles are more fuel efficient. We simply cannot be content with the true order of things, and our emotional cliches push us to soar ever upward toward a technological destiny surely just out of our reach. This sort of absurd, latent futurism is the price of our inhumane drive to satisfy some aesthetic which exists out of proportion with our capacity to fulfill it. How long will the tragic gluttony of the human mind exist without concordance in the animal soul?

Alas that these true tragedies go completely unnoticed. ROFL I SLAMMED INTO A MINIATURE PEACOCK TODAY WHILE TRYING TO GET TO KRISPY KREME WHILE MY STARBUCKS WAS STILL HOT. IT EXPLODED INTO A KALEIDOSCOPE AND I WAS PERMANENTLY DRAINED OF VITALITY ENTERING THE ENDOPLASMIC RETICULUM ITS ABSTRUSE VORTEX OF DEATH. I FELT LIKE A FUCKING MIASMA. There is no helping people who are unwilling to help themselves. Why can't humans see the mounting debt inflicted by the seeds of our sorrow which we refuse to feel even for the littered corpses of our allied species?

Just one of these Stygian dolls, and they're not at all disguised, in fact their plumage is quite plain to see, costs the human karmic account trillions of dollars, and it's just not something we can afford in the space race we're in. If you thought Phoenixes were game-breaking just wait until you see how fucking MUTED we'll all be when these god damn Baskin Robin mother fuckers get a hold of the proverbial noose. Like seriously the case for human stupidity is so strong. Somehow the bright rainbow colors don't scream "school zone", for everyone to see. No, on the contrary, we feel we get more points for inflicting disgraceful death upon these venerable saints than by just closing our eyes and plunging into mount saint helen's.

OH LOOK ITS LEVEL IS TOO HIGH TO IMAGINE MAYBE I SHOULD JUST KILL IT. Honestly I feel like this is the case with my mental state. I keep wrestling with the idea that maybe if I could just get more work done that things would improve, and that's probably true. I'm not attempting commentary on this particular photo because anything I had to say would be mere speculation. This is some kind of morning glory bird and it would probably get run over. Most birds deserve to get run over and I don't care. I hope they're all splattered on some idiots wind shield and that the bullet proof glass doesn't even break. I hope we can all masquerade as brilliant saints and that everyone will love us and hold our hands and walk us across the cross walk and beat off our assailants with umbrellas instead of frying pans.

I hope everyone feels as strongly and positively as they should and that no one is plagued by any doubts whatsoever and that nothing is insulting in any way shape or form. I hope the true Zest and love of life will shine forth and that no one will ever feel conspired against or misled in any way. I hope that the love of our common wellfare and spring of wellbeing will be so poignant that we are all inextricably drawn to a destiny far beyond any and all imagining. I hope a brilliant future is visited upon each and everyone of us and the truth of our aspiring falls not short of our dreams but exceeds them. I hope everyone is proud of his or herself and feels secure and joyful in his or her being. I hope all of our positivity can pour forth in absolute endless rivulets or joyous tearful exultation and that all of our common humanity is expressed unbounded by the strains of our tragic past.

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imgbaby

158 Posts

May 18 2015 22:18 GMT

The last paragraph was beautiful & inspiring. It kind of reminded me of a song called halfway home by tv on the radio. good stuff.

Coagulation

United States9633 Posts

May 19 2015 00:12 GMT

oh cool a bird thread.
this is my favorite bird.

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the shrike aka the butcher bird impales other birds and feeds on them.
holy chupazi

ninazerg

United States7291 Posts

May 19 2015 01:58 GMT

Here's my favorite bird.

Zambrah

United States7393 Posts

May 19 2015 02:09 GMT

As long as we're posting our favorite birds, this is mine

Odowan Paleolithic

United States232 Posts

May 19 2015 02:14 GMT

YokoKano

United States612 Posts

May 19 2015 03:46 GMT

Quetzalcoatl is the hell avatar of Avalokitesvara. Folklore has it that Quetzalcoatl, the avatar of wrath, will manifest from the ashes of Tibet to visit hell upon the unsuspecting commies. The authenticity of this material is pending verification of source.

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