lovely. many feels. the rooster part reminds me of a friend who has three chickens and apparently if it's all females one will take on the rooster role and start acting & sounding like one. my friend hates it too
Ha ha. We were once being shown a house by a realtor when the neighbor's rooster started up. Wife and have both lived in the country before. "Welp. Thanks for taking the time. Naw, it won't be necessary to see the remodled bathroom."
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I love this. And couldn’t help but hear “I woke up this morning and I got myself a beer, the futures uncertain and the end is always near” …loved that lyric when I was a 12 year old existentialist drinking my dad’s Oly Gold…
"Her heart translating itself to mine, so we could commune for a moment, in perfect comprehension." 😭😭😭❤️
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right!? Bob's a magician
lovely. many feels. the rooster part reminds me of a friend who has three chickens and apparently if it's all females one will take on the rooster role and start acting & sounding like one. my friend hates it too
Thank you, petrichor. You friend and I would get along.
Beautiful. I was gonna comment about some turns of phrase that I loved, but there ended up being too many to name•
Appreciate it, Layne.
wow this was just so beautiful
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Buncha Foghorn Leghorns raising ruckuses!
Fortunately I keep my roosters numbered, for just such an emergency.
So fun. So well written. And that damn rooster haha!
Thanks Michael!
Ha ha. We were once being shown a house by a realtor when the neighbor's rooster started up. Wife and have both lived in the country before. "Welp. Thanks for taking the time. Naw, it won't be necessary to see the remodled bathroom."
Can’t buy a house like that cheap enough.
Get out of here with this shit--it's too good! Ugh. I love it. I'm super inspired by the heart in this piece.
You’re too good to me Sean!
I love this. And couldn’t help but hear “I woke up this morning and I got myself a beer, the futures uncertain and the end is always near” …loved that lyric when I was a 12 year old existentialist drinking my dad’s Oly Gold…
One of my favourite lyrics of all time! I have spent many a night drinking cheap beer and hollering along to that song.
“…clad in only your ginch…”
One of the finer ways to be clad.
I totally get that rooster bit... the bane of my existence...
If you know, you know.
Beautiful, Bob.
Thank you, Marc!