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unedited pure neanderthal musings NeANDERThallus's DONut EDiT!!! historical records from my cave walls... brutality, menial labor, minor victories, hot sexy interludes....... 3 years on the edges of a society that i cant distance myself enough from

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Monday, August 02, 2010

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

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