Wood, hemp, chunks of metal and a rusty spring. Boy, I bet that makes a beautiful sound. There’s nothing like laying in bed on a summer night, listening to a bunch of shit banging around in a tree. If I wanted to hear bottle caps and car keys all night, I’d sleep in the parking lot at Dodger Stadium.

For all the birds I’ve loved before.

Oh come on! Do people really think they have wood sprites in their kindling? It’s a branch, not the haunted forest of Mirkwood. I can’t believe anyone . . .

Wait a second.

OMFG