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Sea gulls had blown in from the coast, circled themselves above us screaming sounds of laughter, so full of revelry & true excitement. We untangled plastic in the strong winds as  big black birds mocked us, along with the purple-sheened crows strutting around the periphery with some other unidentified carrion. Lifting like an experimental tunnel, strong currents blew through the covering while we slowly tied down each corner, basked in the odor of refuse, laughing at ourselves and the stupidity of the moment. When we were finally done, had completed our task, finished the mundane project, we looked at each other and thought about the concept of no free lunches, wondered why such beautiful birds would want to eat garbage, these smelly leftovers. It seemed so strange, not to forage for better meals. But minutes later, just down the road, we spotted the carcasses of famished-looking winged-creatures, it was surreal, almost mystical. We stood in silence, our jaws hung as we truly understood, felt like guilty killers with blood on our hands, staring at the falling sun.
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Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 1:51 AM UTC
Dumpster Diver Killers
Sea gulls had blown in from the coast, circled themselves above us screaming sounds of laughter, so full of revelry & true excitement. We untangled plastic in the strong winds as  big black birds mocked us, along with the purple-sheened crows strutting around the periphery with some other unidentified carrion. Lifting like an experimental tunnel, strong currents blew through the covering while we slowly tied down each corner, basked in the odor of refuse, laughing at ourselves and the stupidity of the moment. When we were finally done, had completed our task, finished the mundane project, we looked at each other and thought about the concept of no free lunches, wondered why such beautiful birds would want to eat garbage, these smelly leftovers. It seemed so strange, not to forage for better meals. But minutes later, just down the road, we spotted the carcasses of famished-looking winged-creatures, it was surreal, almost mystical. We stood in silence, our jaws hung as we truly understood, felt like guilty killers with blood on our hands, staring at the falling sun.
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jonny-angel
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Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 1:51 AM UTC
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