I'd like to think that I could imagine what ginormous ravens say to each other during a feeding frenzy/prairie dog roadkill pavement cook-out. Really I have no idea. I think they are likely more intelligent than we (and any amount of research into this magical black-feathered carnivorous roadside chicken will make you agree with me), and thus in this image are having an intelligent and well thought out debate.
But I've been drinking wine in an effort to get over a very serious wedding dress issue (#$%^&*()(*&^%$#$%^&*(*&^%$#$%^&*()(*&^%$#@$%^&*(>>>>>> or, in other words: fuckity fuck fuck) so I'm not even going to try. Instead, I will insert my own feedback loop, which right now is pretty damn basic.
Raven One: HI!!!!
Raven Two: HIII!!!!!!
This is the part where Raven One came pretty much right up to my car and looked at me with way too-intelligent eyes and then proceeded to roll its head in leftover prairie dog goo. You'd think it was gross, but really I can't judge. I've had a bad day. If someone soaked the couch pillows in wine and that was all we had, I might just be gnawing on one right now.
And because I've titled this blogpost as having voice overs, I will now give my highly inspirational and thoroughly imagined dialogue.
Raven One: I'm just going to rub my beak in roadkill effluence over here.
Raven Two: Neat.
Touché, Raven Two. Touché.