Could this be the end of the killer 246 Magpie?
Oh my Lordy, did I have a diddy when I arrived at the bus stop.
For a few days now, I've been scoping the sky, the over hanging power lines and the roofs surrounding, searching for my arch nemesis magpie.
I've been swoop-free for a little while now....And this morning I think I have found the answer as to why.
Of late I've become accustomed to staring at the ground, kicking my feet about, like a kid. Searching for something, anything, something, to focus my thoughts on something other then whatever it is thats plaguing me.
And so I'm doing the kick, I'm fussing with my feet and it suddenly dawns upon me.
What I at first took to be some rubbish on the ground, quickly became a reality I never thought would take form in this life.
Feathers.
Magpie feathers. Shrown upon the ground.
Hundreds of questions and answers swirled through my mind at speeds too quick to make sense of.
One, however, that lingered was this...."Could this be the end of my torment?"
At least with the fucking bird....
Only time will tell if the feathers belonged to the crazie magpie that wants to kill me slowly, by poking out my vital organs in front of peak hour traffic.
Only time will tell, if what I thought was a foe, was actually a representation of something more.
Could the magpie actually be a representation of something more?
Now it's dead? Possibly....
Oh this mind, so restless, so tired. So over Mortadella sandwiches.
The answers, I know, will come soon, as the acknowledgement has finally....ARRIVED.
For a few days now, I've been scoping the sky, the over hanging power lines and the roofs surrounding, searching for my arch nemesis magpie.
I've been swoop-free for a little while now....And this morning I think I have found the answer as to why.
Of late I've become accustomed to staring at the ground, kicking my feet about, like a kid. Searching for something, anything, something, to focus my thoughts on something other then whatever it is thats plaguing me.
And so I'm doing the kick, I'm fussing with my feet and it suddenly dawns upon me.
What I at first took to be some rubbish on the ground, quickly became a reality I never thought would take form in this life.
Feathers.
Magpie feathers. Shrown upon the ground.
Hundreds of questions and answers swirled through my mind at speeds too quick to make sense of.
One, however, that lingered was this...."Could this be the end of my torment?"
At least with the fucking bird....
Only time will tell if the feathers belonged to the crazie magpie that wants to kill me slowly, by poking out my vital organs in front of peak hour traffic.
Only time will tell, if what I thought was a foe, was actually a representation of something more.
Could the magpie actually be a representation of something more?
Now it's dead? Possibly....
Oh this mind, so restless, so tired. So over Mortadella sandwiches.
The answers, I know, will come soon, as the acknowledgement has finally....ARRIVED.
posted by Jelkie at 3:05 PM
2 Comments:
Please join me in the lunchtime torment that is sandwiches.
Try turkey. :)
Perhaps I will venture outwards and onwards, afar in the deli section and chose a different variety of barn yard animal.
I feel the time has come to employ the Turkey also.
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