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the rays of sunlight falling through the wheel of the bicycle made the cat look eerie.. stripes across its body, transformed the feline into a jailed felon.. the crime?. dont know,.. spatial awareness allows him to finally taste freedom.. after the minutes of lethargy and being dumbfounded.

the tring tring of the bicycle bell has evolved.. in some sorts.. into a plastic irritating honk that sounds like a duck with a frog stuck down its throat.. i guess that just goes with my theory that the smaller the vehicle, larger the sound emanating from its horn or whatever.. the high pitched and long lasting peepee of the bikes gets me friggin mad.. wish i could heave a rock or 2 at the helmet clad retard.

saw something fulfilling the other morning.. a crow investigates the mug of water i had placed on the window sill, takes a sip, deems it fit for consumption, downs a beakfull or 2. gathers.. and flies off... a moment later, a mynah comes around, flutters its white-ended feathers, lands... peers through the mug, finds what it expected... sips, in a more sophisticated manner than the crows (the crow just dowright gargles), and flies off in a huff... a pigeon lands to complete the trio, just looks at the mug, gives the typical retarded red-eyed stare into nothingness, decides that its confused, and flies away