people stuff

It's funny, the things that people do. People things. People activities.
I went to a show tonight. Consumed a couple of beverages mixed with a toxic substance known to destroy livers and internal organs when consumed in large quantities and regular intervals. Many/most other people in the venue did the same. Nobody was worried about cirrhosis or kidney failure or gastric reflux disease or vomiting at dawn. Their only concerns were keeping the glasses full and their bodies moving to the sounds coming from the people on stage.

I imagine a group of bison. A herd. Congregating in some large cave to drink flammable substances and mooooooove to the sounds of other bison stomping hooves and snorting and grunting in rhythm.
I imagine explaining to the crows what it means to go to a show. So many bodies in one small space twisting and bouncing out the demons inside them while they fill themselves up with poison and pizza. I imagine the crows doing this. I can't imagine the crows doing this. Except maybe the pizza part.

I imagine explaining to the crows how there are people that create objects that can destroy other objects, destroy other people, destroy entire dwellings and communities and cities and the world. I imagine the crows building a nuclear bomb to drop on the neighbors because they want a bigger territory.

My nostrils are still filled with the perfume and sweat of people. My ears are still alive with the sound of music though my eyelids are heavy and my spirit is tired and wants to curl up tiny next to the little one and sleep and sleep until I forget about the things that worry me, like loneliness and war and how the hell people ever got to be so damn important that they get to make all the decisions for the rest of the other billions of living things on the planet.

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