After much scientific study it has been determined scientifically that trees communicate with one another. So the tree huggers don't seem so crazy after all. Don Juan Matus maintains that brujos can turn themselves into trees. Personally, I haven't been able to pull that one off. Not yet anyway. I'll bet that the trees are talking some serious smack about the stupid humans. If you've ever wondered why there seems to be screaming at forest fires, it's the trees screaming while being burned alive. Damn that has so got to suck. Being burned alive. Ouch! It has always occurred to me that trees are speaking to one another but, I can't speak tree so there you go. Turns out that trees are worlds of patient. The trees don't seem to mind too much being peed on by the dogs. The trees are welcoming with open branches for birds to nest in. And the squirrels of course. Trees have to be welcoming with open branches, the trees don't exactly have arms. Not any arms in the sense humans might understand. I would assume that trees know a lot about our world. The trees live for a dang long time. The bristle cone pine trees live for thousands of years and their longevity might be attributed to the fact the bristle cones live way the hell up in the thin air regions of mountains. Western mountains. The bristle cones don't bother with the ugly side of the Mississippi River. So next time you pass a tree, be sure to say hello and be nice. All those trees might just be talking about you and to your face. They can do that on account of the humans don't understand the tree language. Languages? I can honestly admit that I really don't know. I can't speak tree. On to the machine art segment of today's program.
how green is the valley -
Kid Charlemagne -
on an unrelated note, books are made of paper and paper is made from trees. it would seem rather unkind to find out that all the paper being waded up and tossed on the scrap heap comes from murdered trees. 😟
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