Skunks @ MindSay 
oh my fucking jeezus now it smells like a mixture of COFFE and SKUNK!
WTF?????
DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW FOUL THAT SMELLS!?!?!
I'm sneaking up on another one of those Mondays. Egad! Well actually Monday isn't any different than any other day for me because I do a whole lot of nuthin. Well today I painted my house. Now the walls are red and I am stained from paint and lingering hair dye. RED! PASSION! BEETS!
Beets are fire. Sex is fire too, even moreso, however beets are a fire-veggie. Which makes them cool. See, beets are like the only vegetable with such intensity that they stain you on the inside. They stain your hands and mouth and all kinds of stuff. They come out the same color they went in. Oh, and they're yummy. They come straight out of the earth and the smell is HARDCORE! SEX BEETS!
More guit-fiddle playing today. All day this time at my friend's house. He was teaching me stuff and I was learning pretty well and gettin my groove on. She-bang! Earlier I was following my momma around playing guitar like an El Mariachi and she was annoyed and it was awesome. I even had a sombrero. Bitchin'.
My friend Chris was driving me around today and we ended up hitting a skunk. He swerved to avoid a deer and we felt a thump anyway and then the smell hit us. Oh Lordy. It stunk up something fierce, as skunks are known to do. So now I sorta smell like that, and Chris's car is a lost cause in the olfactory department. My dogs got skunked a while back and I had to shampoo them after covering them with some foul tomato product. It was pretty rank. But I love my puppies and they shouldn't have to smell bad just because they like to chase rodents around the yard.
I think that might be it for tonight. Maybe I'll post again later if I feel so compelled. Perhaps not. Maybe there will be a great flood or some sillyness like that and the world will end. Who knows?
Anyway, much love and peanut butter balls.
Just one more fix, lord might do the trick
One hell of a price for you to get your kicks
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you...
One knows with all certainty that spring is very near when the skunks return to their mountain top abode where I call my place of employment...
This is the Gospel according to the AntiCrust, brothers and sisters...
Yes, it is the skunks that ring in the arrival of spring in this here part of the known world. It is not the deer for the deer wonder about these here parts even in the dead of winter. It is not the toads for the toads do not arrive until the summer. It is not the silver foxes who hunt the borders of the parking lot and do so off and on through out the year. It is the skunks...
The skunks only return to this barren mountaintop that has been made flat much like a mesa by the tools of man when the ground has thawed sufficiently to allow grub activity near the surface of the great plain. And then they return. Though one may not see them at first, there is a hint of their presence riding upon the wind. Then one may see one at various times during the course of the night and then one may see two or three most of the night...
And this, my children, is a sign that the seasons are about to change for the better and I have seen the sign...
Everybody give me a big Amen...
This is the Word of the AntiCrust...
Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...
This morning I took some remarkable pictures of an immature bald eagle in the dunes at Lakeside. See them at http://alancraigmackie.blogspot.com
This evening coming back from a walk along the beach, I was attacked by a herd of skunks: 6 or 7 babies, a mother and a father. Needless to say, I gave way to let this family pass, lest I be gassed.
And tonight I am sernaded by a delightful children's CD called Mozart for the developing mind. The surf is soft in the distance and there is only a whisper of wind in the conifers.
How was your day?