working on a line of childrens coloring books
the main charactor is a cute little baby chicken
hes a meat chicken who goes his own way
except the ones with balles get their necks wrung if they are in the wrong line
his first big experience is being born a meat chicken
he had five brothers who were laying chickens and didnt make it past day one
they are cute little angel chickens and guide our little cute chicken on what to do to survive in the world
the christian groups will call this voo doo and stage a boycott especially if i make a few copies that are heavy on the voodoo and leave them at christian day cares and in church pews and on the bus and theres a website about it and it gets them mad
maybe the most insightful of his spirit guides is a voodoo chicken uncle that shows up for occasionally
named after the bond villian in live and let die...
the one with the great laugh and the metal hand

this chick gets his beak cut off and the ghosts say why you compalining at least you are living..it could be worse you could be in a pile of corpses in the corner like we we you schmuck chicken
they the chicks get all stereotypically "jewy"
and we leave these copies where lil jewish kinds can find them and have them learn about the origin of the word jew lery and about killing jesus and stuff and that might make a ruckus

and when the hero chicken of the story makes it to 90 days with his steroids and is so muscled up and huge that he cant walk anymore because hes a genetically modofied organism and hes been selected by science to be a meat machine and all of the chickens have to die because when they cant stand they are even dirtier birds and hes boiled alive and then he turns into chicken wings and we do a little transfat analysis and salt and grease and the meat is all kinds of roided up as well as pesticides in the grain its been eating as well as chock full of antibiotics cuz chickens live in shit and theres another story line

when it turns out that this poisonous food is a governemnt plot
then we track the diff uses of these industrial birds and thats another story
ok\time to recruit an artist and have a mission meeting

ok then
it feels like not drinking has resonance with my soul at this point
what am i drinking to forget?
nothing
why do i "need a drink"?
i dont
12 days in and trying to use my conscious hours wisely
throwing another iron in the fire
going to start a new blog called organic gambling
just for fun
i might even do some situps
it would do me some good to get rid of the excess calories that are booze
the sweet tooth is the villain now
my body likes the high sugar levels that booze and chocolate yeild
that will be the big fight
me against my blood stream
retraining my body chemistry to one that doesnt need blood pressure pills
if that means fuck coffee
then fuck coffee
but not this week
one step at a time
break the chain of alcohol and sugar addictions first
then we will go after mr caffiene
then i can live forever
thats sounds fun

crickets and cicadas and cacaphony
its almost too loud to sleep here at night
when the dusk hits i like to try to surprise the family of deer
sometimes ill climb a tree naked and wait for them
get my monkey on
if the wind is riight i can catch them
three fawns all graffittied up with z's and exes and slashos of white
running every direction at once
mamma deer snorting by the creek
that me you smell, mamma
they bound towards the snort and across the creek whitetails flashing

i stared down a mama turkey at high noon
for five minutes i was a statues and then the little ones popped out of the hedgerow
one two three aren't they cute lil buggers, now there are seven
and another mamma at the rear

last nights naked nature walk was alot more exciting than usual
its the grey before the pitchblack
there was a shower earlier so theres a mist that glows a little in the waning but still bright moon which is starting to peek out

i have vague ideas of getting my monkey on
its weird how when you are up a tree and trying to find the way down your brain does a little terminator point of view routine
red numbers gauging distances, probabilities flashing
right foot to skinny branch left hand to adjacent branch for balance and ride the breaking limb to the ground like a surfboard...rejected, chance of failure 33%
walk out this limb to end jump for next tree, will i hang on?
rejected failure rate 57%
grab tree crotch with both hands swing around to other side drop down to thick branch
rotate again...bign bang not as sexy or fast but the easy choice
the other options were good if this particular monkey was being chased and would have worked in a pinch with a little adrenaline
anyway
before i get to my tree of choice i hear a rustling in the weeds to my right and behind
i stop in my tracks
its a kitty
i step towards it
"hey there kitty" i say
"aren't you a cutie, pss pss psss, WHOA!"

a flash of a halfwhite tail
im backpedalling calmly
not making anymore noises
and now ive turned and theres the adrenaline
im picking up some speed
goodnight mr or mrs skunkie
enjoy our catfood anytime
just keep that tail in downward and locked position