Rooster Riding

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Do I believe in the little people?  Of course not.  If Tinkerbell depends on me, she is dead meat… or maybe dead fairy dust.

But if they do exist, then they are like the rooster riders in my picture, exploiting the world in the same way the big old slow ones do.  

They are not our inferiors or our superiors.  They are us.  They mirror us and our beliefs, our dreams… our nightmares, and all the things deep within us that could ever possibly go bump in the night.

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  1. Reblogged this on Catch a Falling Star and commented:

    I needed something to reblog while I struggle with pink-eye. I chose this because of the picture, not the semi-incoherent Paffooney wisdom.

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