Nurturing girls dancing stood there painted her the More of toxic after one The Red Grasshoppers.
Those football sized red grasshoppers. Voracious and aggressive. They have been known to eat babies. The red spittle from these oversized bugs is highly acidic but a vibrant red. Dancing girls dancing naked in red grasshopper paint are a major turn on. The ladies who dare this decoration net triple tip money from the club patrons. But they can only wear it a little while, or it eats the skin and can reduce a girl who to bloody muscle and fat if the paint is left on for hours. Tying a Woman up and splashing her with the stuff is a popular horrible revenge.
Mask in the Fields smoking weed
A mass bird die off. Burning Ashes South field. Just the beaks remain. After the rain washes the ashes away the beaks lay scattered in the fields like black corn kernels.I'm wearing a mask made out of a watermelon shell. Star holes for eyes. I wonder the field collecting beaks. Smoking a delicious joint. I shall make a wind chime of clacking beaks. In the breeze again they will speak.
A finger. Side roads Leering bloody morning
Walking the back field that morning I discovered a severed human finger. Dried blood caked to the severed end. Long purple fingernail don't me it came from a lady. It looked days old. I wonder if she lost it here , someone tossed it here, or maybe coyotes or other night critters dragged parts around while devouring.
Three fields beyond ours is the Agnostic burial Field. People who believe in something get whatever the belief prescribes. Those who believe in nothing are thrown into the wilderness to rot or ground dog for pet food. But the ags are buried unmarked in this field no one plants in anymore. Sapling trees pop up here and there, said to be the restless spirits of the ags wandering the earth still looking for answers.
That summer I ran away from home and moved into a tree house I found in the shelter belt behind the Fergus farm. I was living on watermelons from the old Man's field, and birds I killed with my sling shot. I had a lighter to make a fire with. I stole some neighbors clothes off the drying line to make blankets out of. It was a magical four and a half weeks. No one found me, or maybe no one looked. When the water melons where harvested and I was sick of them anyway. And I didn't get any squirrels or birds for a couple days I returned home. My parents didn't mention my absence. But they where always pretty distant.
Weasels in the corn field
Before the end of that terrible summer hardly anyone had hardly even seen a weasel before. But the over populated and these where huge dog sized aggressive weasels. Breaking into chicken coops and eating all the birds. Attacking kids who played in the corn fields where the nasty creatures made home territory and defended with gorilla ambush and numbers.
Ziggurat with Seven Year Moon
Once every seven years the Moon turns full and blue. A luminous blue that makes you feel high to see it. A huge festival is held in the huge ziggurat plaza. People dressed in blue. Vendors with tents and tables selling blue drinks. Traditional music played on replica instruments. So many kinds of candy. Drunk Men paying five dollars for a turn at shooting real guns at card board cut out enemies of the people.
Twilight under the Strange Owl mask
The convention of cards on Tyler. A field set up with pick nick tables where the cards are sold. No wind that day. Rumor has it Owltan will make an appearance to premier and sell his new tarot deck. Decks of cards, new used, complete, partial. just single cards that remain of other wise lost decks. Bulk decks. One hundred duck dynasty decks for thirty four bucks on clearance.
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