Initiation

Life in the Bottoms

Bird life - occasional cars - the eventual truck

Joggers - bikes

Ribbon roads ripe for tsunami

I can see Arcata's panties from here!

And cows shitting in green pastures for miles

The bovine chew & chaw gossiping

Rip rip ripping turf into constant mouths

Rip ripping to the quick even at 4 in the morning

"In summer," smirks Delilah, "it stinks"

Cows licking nose and blowing snot on eager starlings

Owls overhead scratching the sky with awful shrieks

Cows scratching eyes on barbed wire

Church bells ringing a little too creatively lately

I keep seeing this little fox

Yesterday: A camo wearing convoy

14 men in 13 caps and a bald guy scratching his head with bloody keys

Young boys too, initiation

Belt knives and machetes--blood flooding mud

Miserable mist descends upon their secret hog slaughtering orgy

Right here in the Arcata Bottoms

Where else are they gonna do it? On the Plaza?

Hose down the boys, Jim

They're covered in guts!

Fence post crows applaud as whole dressed hogs are tossed into trucks

Pink and plump rotund, and one corpse in particular

too closely resembles a fat, skinned

corn fed housewife

Quick! Into the truck!

Men and boys ride in back surrounding carcass

Making sure Big Mama doesn't slide on the way back home

Crow flies off with string of pearls

"In summer," Delilah laughs, "it stinks even worse"