Frangipani mammogram. Toucan Sam. Jane and Tarzan. A bearded man. Marzipan marsupials in a jungle jam.
Bread and honey. Palms to the sky. Birds fly by – a croc underwater next to a turquoise bathing lady. Murky waters and wrapping vines. These palms stand tall – poking and prodding – fanning out to no one and everyone at the same time. No shyness here. No hiding in plain sight. There was a peacock one and a wooly mammoth one. I wish we appreciated human body shapes the way we appreciate jungle diversity.
All of the different forms, textures, shapes all unique but all here. Someone, or a team of someones decided each and every leaf, vine, palm, branch, trunk, feather is necessary. We need them all.
How many types of duck are there? Snakes? Crocodiles, alligators, caymans?
People? Dumbasses. The cute ones. The ones who make it worth it. Evil shortman-syndromed ones like Putin. He can shove something up his…I’ll pute something in… ah, forget it. Cys men of the world – the mean ones – go fuck yourselves.
Let’s band together as a global community and let Covid loose on all the evil leaders of the world on some island of exile and see who comes out victorious. No live streams. No life lines. I don’t want to hear a damned thing about it until it’s over or they’ve come to their senses. To come live peacefully with the rest of us. Singing songs, baking cookies and doing community service for life.
We’ll seize their bank accounts and redistribute the wealth where it truly needs to go – environmental protection, regeneration, and clean water for all.
where rivers are born 