Gutteral Turkey Love...

Once again we found ourselves chased from our own backyard, and forced to go practice our art form else where. I don't know if it is scrappers fuckin everything up, or an over-zealous interim Mayor. Or maybe were just to lazy to work around the two. Whatever the reason may be we once again found ourselves headed west. Headed west through an inordinate number of shredded victims of car/deer incursions, which we later learned was caused by the females coming into "estrus", causing the males to chase them with wreck less abandon, and some reference was also made to blaming it on hunters. The turkeys were obviously smarter than the deer, we saw a lot of those too, but they stayed the fuck away from the interstate. It was like there were turkeys every where we went. You could hear turkeys everywhere, and some weird, greasy porno groove. Sex was in the air everywhere we went. It's even rumored that a butt-hymen may have been sacrificed(in the name of "art" of course).