The Great Ressurection of the Beginning; The Great Ressurection of the Perfect Man

May 26, 2008

We found a bird, named it Jackov, then lost it.  I was going to take it home because it couldn’t fly, so we sat it shotty in my car and when I came back, he was gone.  So, for all I know, there’s a baby bird somewhere in my car.

He shit on me a ton, so I don’t miss him that much.

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