and i petted him, and he has no mommy or daddy. and no fur neither. and i tried to lead him to supper and when i looked back he was standing there, in the street and behind him were 3 more, chickens. and they were lives. and i should have been their good friends like Gavin would have. and i could hear Dog talking to him deeply, "thanks for lunch", smile, trotting off to his day purpose. and they're everywhere. why am i not their friends? i guess i'll go back with dinner later. we'd even have endless fun.
don't ignore nature, natural.
the rain is so fresh, likes to make me a baby.
and i nearly dislike orchestra. but not any of the people in the orchestra. if mozart was alive to be my friend i wouldn't mind playing his music.
