after a weekend of continuous vomiting, or so it seemed after 6 solid hours of overnight volcanic barfosity, i am still sore thhis thursday afternoon, all my innards wrenched asunder, but it’s slowing down, easing up, my poor innards were so abused these past few months. first there was the food-induced dry-heaves of about 6 months ago, which caused my innards remarkable soreness for as little effort as i seemed to have exerted. but the innards had not been turned asunder for years, many years, maybe even a decade, and those innardss need a workout if they are to be nimble and vigorous. after that i was sore for maybe a day and a half, but when 3am struck monday and i was still vomiting i just started to laugh a little, accepting the prolonged moment of oral evacuation as the easy part before the week or more of innardal misery.

after the dry heaves and the relatively mild period of soreness that followed i next slipped on the ice and cracked my back, slamming into the road with a dumb thud, which didn’t hurt much at first, it didn’t feel like anything at first, but after a day or two the soreness set in, in my back and throughout my innards, and it was brutal for weeks. it let up but then i strained it again by stupidly hoisting a heavy bag of laundry over my head , probably the heaviest bag of laundry i could reasonably squeeze into the same yellow bag i have used for years, meaning it is probably the heaviest bag of laundry EVER. AND i dumbassedly felt confident about my improved back and showed off to myself (there was no one else around), as usual).

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there was an incident at the park this week. it began last week, on Monday, and ended today. last Monday at the park i spotted a flower pot, and in tha tflower pot was a dead, slightly dismembered chicken, or rooster, or some kind of handsomely-footed livestock. it was sickening to see, but kind of sensuous in its way. obviously a sacrifice, i took pictures, sent it up to the intertubes, got some grossed-out comments, then assumed someone would dispose of it. i don’t know why i thought that, but when i went back on wednesday the piece of poultry was still there, rotting away. i looked around for Parks workers or police but saw none. i  waited for maybe 10 minutes, walking over to the Parks building where a truck was parked, but seeing no humans.

so i went back again today, over a week later, and the chicken is partly dismembered, its head still connected but its foot a few inches south of hte flower pot. this time i got attention of Parks employees, who were happy to hear from me, happy to deal with it. the guy said “next time you see one of these, go ahead and take it home with you.” i didn’t get the joke at first, but when he started laughing i said “yeah, that shit’s real appetizing.” i should have said “i’ll get myfood at the grocery store.” i did say “it looks like some kind of sacrifice.” he said that he’d only been at this park a week, but that this happens lal the time here. he already found one just like this at the other end of the park. we laughed and it was all good. he put on his rubber gloves and was dumping the dead bird into a thick ply of rubber garbage bags as i walked over to Vernon and up 34th Ave.