I keep having this thought of setting up a large amplifier right outside of a field of cows. And I go there every day in the evening and just let loose. The only point is, to get the cows to come over, to sit and listen to you. Find the right tones, project loud and hear the rolling echoes, make the cows come to you, make them sit, make them relax.
Then I plug in a mic, and I just start talking to them about my problems.
I have no idea why this thought keeps returning but it does.
They’d want to kill themselves and we could all have guilt free meat. I could sit out there and read them Sylvia Plath novels, maybe learn to play the banjo. I get the concept, I know ukulele chords, I bet we could find a way to psychologically kill our cows. I wonder if it would change the taste of the meat? If you could get a cow to become suicidal through the power of suggestion, turn mad cow disease into sad cow disease, bum them out,,,to death.
seems a bit inhumane
dawn 