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Area Man's Tragic Mis-step

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February 19, 2011 1:12 PM

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kshawnedgar said...

Gorgeous! Ringu is an excellent movie.

Has she done any recent projects? Tragically, the comment failed due to problems with the verify word at beautifulgurls blogspot! Ghoustly intervention or simple user error? We may never know.

Post-Suburban War

Speaking for the dead I up Edward Appleby hand over fisticuffs while stepping on the chest of a brut named Ajax long laid waste by the Greek Trojan war of nearly forgotten sword thrusts and word slings like flung sea pikes from the burning edges of black ships never to retreat home.

Bombing 'Stub' Stewart State Park

I feel the impact of flying insects when my hands skim the breeze.

Shooting along downdrafts, the birds are on their way from above and will soon flap around my head.

Birds have wings, so aren't as gravity bound. I have long-boned arms with knobby elbows and leaden feet, riding a bamboo and hardwood plank on wheels aptly named Gravity Super-Gs.

As the birds bomb the bugs, snatching them from the air around my head, I bomb the curving asphalt path through the trees of Oregon's "Stub" Stewart state park. 

Swooping, drifting, and diving, we dine on winged insects like distant relatives engorging themselves at a Country Buffet. Except: no line, no waiting -- food accessible from every direction.

Only the birds enjoy and thrive on this feast, while I try to maintain balance as I spit wing, leg, and thorax from between my teeth. Grit black, tastes like upcoming yak.

It's the beauty, it's the speed. Me and the birds in our kaleidoscope of constantly changing colors, shadows, and shapes.

Bombing the Hill at Stub Stewart

I feel the flying insects in the air when my hand skims the breeze.

This tells me the birds are coming from above, shooting along downdrafts, and will soon flutter and flap around my head.