THERE IS A COYOTE ON MY ROOF

Now I am not a brilliant philosopher (though I am brilliant and I have a philosopher) but I don’t think this is precisely supposed to be real.. …. . … …… the coyote is on my roof and it keeps shimmying and pattering in the beat of a Talking Heads song and I see it coming home and it’s just standing up there – this is the only time I can see it. Why the … is there a coyote on my roof? What the FUCK IS HAPPENING to me, do I have dementia? Now I’m not one to simply dismiss spiritual visions to schizophrenia you know like Mohammad, who’s to say he wasn’t communing with the Great Spirit World but he just turned it into this cosmic power struggle , because once you simply reject an ‘insane person’s’ experience then aren’t you reducing them to nothing, their entire subjective reality is negative and void and the check bounces in the bank of social reality – now you can’t tell me that’s not a fair piss of shit, but still I don’t know why there’s a coyote on my roof and I’m too afraid to ask anyone because , previously indicated psychiatric apprehensions, I don’t want to be labeled more of a fungus than I already am even though I’m sure some of them can see the fucking coyote on my roof too.

It’s a white coyote but has a blue shimmer at twilight, and it looks haggard. Please when you vcome over for tea please look for it , 3 twilights after Midsummer please please Im not crazy