95. Starfucker “Mystery Cloud” Reptilians [Polyvinyl]
“There’s no new way to go.”
A bluebird in a burlap sack. Wing broken, eyelids fluttering. A child drags it from the tree trunk a bit, hears a mangled chirping. Paused and looking quizzical, he slowly undoes the knot of the rope that keeps the bag closed and the bird from the daylight. He keeps his dirtied face in near-flinch mode until he sees the feathers, the twisted yellow legs, and the rapidly rising and falling chest. They can’t go on any further like this. They exchange a final glance, the burlap sack hits the ground a few feet away, and the child ascends back to his treehouse, pretending that what he left behind no longer exists simply because he turned away from it.
