I open this page and think of a couple words to start with, then I type without stopping till I have a paragraph.Then I press publish. No pausing. No editing. (I fix up the spelling and the odd bit of punctuation to make it more in line with what my brain was thinking and my fingers were trying to type, but I don't add or remove any words) ........... Find LITTLE VISIONS VOL 1 in audiobook and zine format at https://bridesofchrist.bandcamp.com/album/little-visions-vol-1-audiobook
Friday, January 3, 2020
A BEAR LAYS ON IT'S BACK
A bear lays on it's back and stares up at the stars and dreams of eating something other than Alaskan Salmon. It senses, somewhere down in it's bear bones, it's bear pores, along the length of every bear hair, that somewhere beyond this remote wilderness there are pic-a-nic baskets filled with suprising tastes and textures. Somehere deep in his bear DNA, he can load up a set of colour film slides, and click through them. In one he is scaring off the picnickers, in the next he is peeling back the red and white checked covering on the wicker basket, in the next he is shoveling strange foodstuffs into his maw, and in the last he lays dazed in the forest.
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