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Bird poop
The color was mostly white, made me wonder why. I’m so used to having poop being the colors of brown, black, and the occasional green. But why white, I figured it was a dietary issue. My friend recently told me if you drink pina coltas all day your poop turns white. I want to try it but I don’t really want to get wasted though.
The poop was in the middle of a heavily trafficked side-walk. As people walked with great speed to classes or back home, the bird poop seemed to stealth fully avoid all the crushing foot steps. It seemed to dart back and forth. Yet, it stood still, and nether moved, nor was it even alive. Only time can tell how long it lasted.
“To the birds I tell” –Red Hot Chili Peppers “Scar Tissue”
I think about the image of a devil and an angel sitting on your shoulder. Talking to them, discerning what is the best answer to a given situation. Sometimes I wish a bird would fly down and take their spot. Me and my familiar. He would be a neutral ally and he would no doubt help me discern the truth and what was best for me. Yet, I hope he wouldn’t use me like a statue and put poop all over my shirt
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