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poets but they know about nature. Or they know about nature before they remove
it. They wear hoods as they bring it down with mighty arms swinging.
Hitson watches her young students grow up. Mortality encroaches on their life.
Things happen like this all the time. Leaves bring the sense of sadness too.
Poor dead bird lies in a pile of other dead things. Welcome to autumn. Autumn
Lai-Ming feels up a tree. Is feeling up trees foreplay to ax play? Poor trees
get torn down all the danged time. Every swipe of the ax hurts the poor tree.
Yet they get a release, they can perhaps see their tree offspring that they’ve
never met as they are latched onto the back of trucks for the last time. While she
feels the tree she thinks of all the weird things in nature. Snow is a weird
thing. Snow makes no sense. Snow is the cold crying out lifeless tears.
Kitterlin praises. What does praise mean to anybody? It is amorphous. At first
it gives people a sense of purpose. However there’s nothing to trade praise in
for except more praise. After a while the praise becomes a self-perpetuating
cycle. That’s how religions start. One guy’s a good guy; everybody else praises
that guy wanting to be that guy. Not everyone is meant to be a good person.
There’s going to be bad people too. Insects want to be friends, to get a little
blood. Mosquitos want to be close. Humans crush them for that very reason.
Masselli notices the alligators. They aren’t like hungry hungry hippos. This is
real. Poor Deanna forsakes her mother to the hungry alligator, the yuppies of the
swamps. All they want is to have friends, to eat people. It is a simple life in
Montes mentions the entire flora in life. Flora gives the world color. Thanks
to its beauty it has its life cut short. This is the reward things get for
supporting others without any praise to keep. Of course life is short for
flora. Most of it is seasonal, blooming in all the right places, blooming at
all the right times. Without flora there would be no reason for the seasons.
Poyner hangs out in the suburbs. America gets more nature from the suburbs than
from any other source. Without the suburbs people wouldn’t even know anything
about grass. This is what happens when lawn worship becomes a living, breathing
thing. Carpooling is a large part of the suburbs. It is an attempt to be
environmentally friendly in an area that’s the antithesis of environmental
Prado sees the seedy underbelly of America’s airline industry. Life is boring
enough to watch airplanes take off. This is the nature of Oakland, of
California. People have all these places to go. While they are in metal tubes
they see fly over country since the pilots inform them of various geological
features. There are the Rocky Mountains. There is the Mississippi. Roughly 15%
of all plane riders bother even turning their head.
Rowan acknowledges the death of a tree. He tries to figure it out. Matt is no
Sherlock Holmes; he can’t discover the cause of death for the tree. It wasn’t
progress thankfully. Stumps are the zits of progress as progress goes through adolescence.
Taggart braves the sea. Old crusty people live in the sea. They prefer to be
called ‘barnacles’. They live on the bottoms of ships, trying to get free rides
all the time. Accents exist in these strange places. Nobody knows where they
came from but they are attractive. Maybe there’s a certain sense of ‘cool they
can do it on their own’ that is long gone. Now everybody is together. Sea
hermit crabs take care of their boats and feel their age slipping away.
Tomaloff crushes it into a complete and thorough ending. He follows a
dragonfly. Death surrounds him. Nature is big into death. Without death nature
would be pretty boring. Humanity likes a good death every now and then.
the most nature-orientated thing NAP has ever done. For a website that offers
PDFs all the time they are changing up the game. This may be the closest the
internet has gotten to nature since tweetdeck.