I used to feed crows my bread in the Wal-Mart parking lot since they liked hiding on the roofs. If one saw, it would start cawing, next thing you knew there were 35 birds surrounding you looking for a snack. It was awesome. The superior beings decided to be generous with their bagged fruit, yes yes. It was the one place where I could go and be the leader, the one they looked up too. Dare I say boss, dare I say God?

Well. Not anymore. Vile things. Where I once saw curiosity I now see bloodlust, emptiness, death. The only thing I’ll huck is rocks. Their God no more.. I will single handedly ruin them myself, maybe I’ll catch one and remove it’s meat. If theyre so hungry, they can feed off that. I know how I’ll do it too.

I’ll dress in black feathers and run down the street to simulate flying. Luckily my native American grandmother taught me the mating calls of several animals, including bird. Caww caw, I can hear it now. Those deceitful bastards will never see it coming.