Day 63: Tits and Ass

Today a bull actually does a shit AT me.  He gives me an old-fashioned look, turns slowly, lifts his tail  and shits copiously.  It feels personal.  We made eye contact, godammit.  If I were affiliated to a gang, I might well shank him for showing me disrespect.  As I am not, I laugh and walk away.  But it still feels personal.  Is it comment?  If so, on what?  Specifically?  Am I bullshit?  Is thinking these things bullshit?

(Maybe.  Lots of things.  Cupcakes.  Yes.  Definitely.) 

Other contact with nature includes a tree of tits.  I think I've written about this before - but it was a different tree and different tits.  (Sounds like Heraclitus on the constant nature of change - a tit cannot sit in the same tree twice, because he is not the same tit, and it is not the same tree.  Or something like that.)  Last time, it was the tree outside my house, and it was mixed tits.  I googled this to find an illustrative photo, and I got some startling search results.  But not as many as you might think - ratio of orno to porno was impressively high, and flocks of mixed tits are apparently pretty common.  Today, just long-tailed tits.  Ridiculous hyperactive lollipop birds.  Tits and bullshit on one walk.  Rude. 

This inspires a choice of film for the afternoon (how much I enjoy writing those words), because I have absolutely no intention of doing any work until next week.  (And even then, not until Wednesday.  Good.)  Anyway, the film - 'Bronson' with Tom Hardy.  Short on plot, long on fights, limited in scope, but it's an intense performance by Mr Hardy.  Extraordinary physical presence - really knows how to fill and hold a space, and also completely inhabits a character.  Completely.  Really hope he doesn't just get sucked into shit action movies with big budgets.  Would be a massive waste of an exceptional talent. 

A day that has no real coherence to it.  No conclusions.  No philosophy.  Just tits and ass.