bird_before_the_sun raze you care nothing for my grappling with the temperamental sleep gods. you don't hear me swearing at you, begging for silence. you don't know what time it is. you just want to sing your song. 130615 ... flowerock Singing the sun into the sky. Chirping "we're alive for another sunrise!" Three_little_birds 140917 ... flux so... what happened to birdmad? i always assumed he was in this for the long haul. 140919 ... raze i thought the same thing. figured he'd be here long after i faded away (but then i wasn't expecting to fade back in, so maybe my figuring skills need some recalibrating). he was always one of the pillars of these red and blue places. from the few fleeting things he's written on blue in the last year or two, it sounds like he found some measure of happiness, romantically and otherwise. my best guess is he no longer feels the need for the specific kind of catharsis writing here gave him. but that's only a guess. he does appear to be pretty active on the book of faces. 140919 ... raze this time a see-sawing two-note refrain. G, F. G, F. G, F. over and over again, until you moved it up half a step. that's one way to say hello. 150115 ... raze this last singing strangers shows up more mornings than not now. it's kind of comforting, in an odd way. 150126 ... raze singular stranger, fingers. not plural. 150126 ... raze he's been slacking. every few days he's there, but there's no real schedule to it. you can't predict him. he visits when he feels like it. yesterday he was here. today it was someone else, with a rat-tat-tat machine-gun voice, more rhythm and speed than melody. 150404 ... raze today he decided to show up twelve hours late. 150413 ... raze this new guy, he's here every morning like clockwork. he starts somewhere between four and five, when it's still dark out, and then he goes for hours. sometimes well into the afternoon. he needs to announce himself to the world. he drove me nuts at first. there isn't really any music to his song. it's one note bleated over and over again. but i'm getting used to him. i've learned i just need to shove my blankets into the ear that isn't muffled by my pillow so i can dull him down to a place that can mingle with my dreams without causing too much friction. i wonder what he looks like. 210709 ... epitome of incomprehensibility Doing what_birds_do. 210710 ... raze even the rain couldn't keep him away this morning. stubborn little bugger. 210711 ... raze i don't know who this new avian antagonist is, but i was too tired to appreciate the music they were making when they woke me two hours before i was ready to be roused. after thirty minutes of the same looped sequence of notes, i lost it. "jesus christ!" i shouted. "we get the fucking picture!" after that, silence. i guess all artists are sensitive about their work. 220403 ... raze 4:48 in the morning. i mean ... are you kidding me? 220406 ... raze 4:33 this time. i think i'm starting to hate this dude. i can understand being horny, but this is getting out of hand. 220409 ... raze i guess he's a bird *after* the sun too, because he was still going when it was a little after 8:30 this evening. it wasn't sixteen hours of wall-to-wall singing, but it might as well have been. he's ... committed, if nothing else. 220413 ... raze the way the wind was gusting, i though it would blow every bird out of the sky. not him. but he's been much less vocal this morning. i appreciate the restraint, temporary as it may be. 220414 ... raze (*thought*, not "though". i blame the horny fucking bird and all the sleep he's stolen from me for that typo.) 220414 ... raze either he followed me to the park or he sent his understudy to heckle me. it didn't bother me any. i like him just fine when he isn't keeping me from falling back asleep. sometimes it sounds like he's dancing across puddles with his vocal cords. maybe that's a thing you can do if you're nimble enough to make your voice a skipping stone. 220424 ... raze hello again, old friend. 220611 ... raze (and again.) 220615 ... raze i wish i could speak the language of birds so i could tell him, "listen. these five-hour pre-dawn chirping sessions need to stop. this approach doesn't seem to be getting you any action, and it can't be good for your lungs. you gotta learn some restraint if you're gonna succeed in today's bird-hump-bird world." 220616 what's it to you? who go blather from