rambles
people drive too fast on my road. regular cars whip down it in the darkness, semi-trucks too, come so fast in the other direction that your windows rattle, and on rainy days you are sprayed with blinding splats of water. animals are always running around and getting hit by the constant flow of traffic also. almost every morning, i'll see a dead animal or two, a deflated lump of fur, the obnoxious smell of a squashed skunk. you get so used to seeing something like that out there that your heart sinks automatically and i end up sending compassionate feeling to a goddamn clump of carpet that fell out of the back of someones' trunk.
sometimes i feel very sorry for those animals, and other times i run out of pity and become impatient witht heir stupidity. i wonder why, with all of the lulls in traffic, they choose that moment to dart out across the road. i mean, an animal's instinct for survival is supposed to be so keen, right? yet here is the rattling of a semi, coming closer and closer every second, how can they not see or hear it? sometimes i cant help but think that there has to be a high rate of squirrel/opossum/skunk suicides. like this poor opossum has simply had enough rooting around for food, fighting the troubles he faces daily, tired of just being so damn ugly (since we all know they are jealous of the raccoons cuteness), that one day the sad sack says to himself "fuck it, i want this goddamn ups truck to take me out". i just wish that so many animals would take their troubled furry lives away from in front of my house, because then benjamin tried to eat the remains, and it just does not start off my day pleasantly, because then i cant stomach a waffle, i keep looking at it even though i dont want to, it just rains on my parade, dammit, so you furry creatures of ashley/wayside ave watch your back, and stop hating your lives.
sometimes i feel very sorry for those animals, and other times i run out of pity and become impatient witht heir stupidity. i wonder why, with all of the lulls in traffic, they choose that moment to dart out across the road. i mean, an animal's instinct for survival is supposed to be so keen, right? yet here is the rattling of a semi, coming closer and closer every second, how can they not see or hear it? sometimes i cant help but think that there has to be a high rate of squirrel/opossum/skunk suicides. like this poor opossum has simply had enough rooting around for food, fighting the troubles he faces daily, tired of just being so damn ugly (since we all know they are jealous of the raccoons cuteness), that one day the sad sack says to himself "fuck it, i want this goddamn ups truck to take me out". i just wish that so many animals would take their troubled furry lives away from in front of my house, because then benjamin tried to eat the remains, and it just does not start off my day pleasantly, because then i cant stomach a waffle, i keep looking at it even though i dont want to, it just rains on my parade, dammit, so you furry creatures of ashley/wayside ave watch your back, and stop hating your lives.