Pasturage

 I like watching the clouds of Boat-tailed grackle swarm parking lots, it's mystifying how they move as one and there are hundreds in each cloud, like a giant shotgun blast in the sky, you can see them above the pastures here, it's a living cloud, one body, one brain, and it matches, it must be nice, imagine birds with the bodies of girls, minds of boys, flying around in a dirty sky, the howling ghouls beneath raping some injured invalid, running their fucking mouths, it must be nice.