Obstructions Compel Abstractions

Strangely situated in plaid—both real and unreal—the quip ornithologist unfolds clothes (sometimes) and seems like an exile in detriment or, perhaps, emotional involvement in obstructions that compel abstractions.

The calumnies. The culminating fraternity. The serenity, unpredictability, humor, restlessness, and occasional sentimentality of artisanal lies—as well as the mysterious, contradictory praises of the ivory billed woodpecker (really extinct or a ruse?) captured and framed; it is a beautiful beaky beastie!

I pray you debit my impertinence. Forbear nothing. Forgive me nothing. My penetrating trademarks lay listless around my ankles.

What I’m Reading:

“There are so many different people to hate, so I keep things simple and hate everyone.”

— Leigh Lucas / “Dirtbag”