Zen Yogi: thirty hummingbirds. God must really love somebody.
Hummingbirds hate each other, Yogi. They must make some kind of a hummingbird truce when they have a pool party.
Zen Yogi: being a bear, I thought I was fairly good with Nature but I have never seen this
The sound of their wings might be the coolest part.
Zen Yogi: or the creepiest
Sure, Yogi, and just imagine hearing those wings in the dark, hovering, picking their target, and then ... attack.
Zen Yogi: I am not willing for Ted Burton's "Welcome to Scare Bears" as that is just not fuckin' cool
Nice talk, Yogi.
Zen Yogi: be damned as they already fucked-up clowns, right? A clown is Michael Usov who may be the sweetest sad clown who ever lived but then these Hollywood fucks made clowns into axe murderers.
Got to admit, Yogi, that was seriously fucked-up. People just want a safe, thrill ride, scare but the easiest way to scare them is telling them the truth. That freaks their shit into shivering tremors.
Zen Yogi: are we really going to segue from hummingbirds to "Meet the Press?"
It did seem inevitable after talking about clowns.
Zen Yogi: see, now you characterize clowns as monsters
Hmmm
I didn't imagine there were this many hummingbirds in the world, Yogi.
Zen Yogi: me either, Silas, and I live in it
Me too, Yogi.
Zen Yogi: you live in a box, Silas
America is where they tell you to think outside the box but then go out to buy one.
Zen Yogi: hmmm
Hummingbirds don't care. They don't like anyone. The most I possibly ever saw at one time was four or five and they definitely don't fly in tandem. They don't seem to want anything near them. That they can manage a truce for swimming looks magical.
The way they fly is so impossible it's endlessly fascinating to watch especially with their speed. Watching them is a wonderful way to waste time.
Zen Yogi: but you like watching trees ... in the Winter ... with not a leaf on them
There's a whole lot of Zen in watching trees, Yogi.
Zen Yogi: I'm hungry
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