Moonie sees a poor squirrel get a drink out of her heart-shaped bird bath: the first one we make*  A great variety of birds use them first*  Then the bees drop in and gradually the swarm gets bigger as they tell the other bees*  Some of the bees get turned sideways and paddle in circles so Moonie sticks a twig in for them to crawl out on, rest and clean off before they fly away*  Then we see a frog a couple of times, now a squirrel*  The little lizards probably use them too*  The Quail only drink but where the Moon-shaped bowl runs over, they scoot around in the damp dirt and bathe*  One bird up in here chirps and beeps at different pitches but then pops and brrrz and makes other noises in rapid succession that makes Moonie think they are a dot matrix printer*  Dusky Stevedore is making a visit and the bats come out of their cracks and crevices to flit over a crimson backdrop and drink by catching bugs in their sonic nets*  

The humanoids must be eating Heisenburgers behind the chili con Carni-veil*  They all beweeve they have privacy but then they don’t extend it equally to their victims as they further victimize us, deny it and then rely on a beweef system to assure them they’re excused and forgiven, reassure their psychology that they won’t have to go to Nuremberg for war crimes because Jbus goes for them*  Maybe they should call Jbus Neuremburgers as in neurons/neurological and electro- magnetic (nuer-EM-burgers)*

The locals put up a mobile, illuminated sign platform announcing that the Carnivale is such and such date but they don’t say where*  They provide when but not where*  This causes us to be uncertain as to the ‘where’ while we’re also somewhat uncertain as to the ‘when’ due to religious beweef systems demanding this is the only way to count time: the Chinese, Hebrew and other calendars do not exist*  So, because they don’t bother to announce where, we say that this Carnivale must be everywhere at all times and they have Heisenburgers, with or without pickles as Mormons are sticking cucumbers up their Chutes and Ladder-Day Taints, rubbing this sex energy and other quantum attachments onto and feeding them to unsuspecting victims and when we become aware of it and confront them, they deny it so this exhibits how they beweeve they’re forgiven and excused for these energy attacks on us while their government and legal system denies us due civil process or filing criminal charges against them*  They poison us on different energy levels while their government refuses to allow us complaint in any level*  Now they’re selling cold pickles in pouches alongside drinks in some places, we notice as we travel, forced out of our home with acts of domestic terrorism sponsored and supported by the United States Donkey Kongress and yet these pigs beweeve they have authority but by not exercising it in the place we’re from beweeve they can force it on us wherever we go without resolving that situation over there!  They must be ‘quistians’ too and beweeve they still have this authority even when they do not*

If they cannot dominate and control us, they use financial and other mechanisms to push us out of ‘their’ city, places, toilets and other things they say are ‘theirs’*  No nigger-faggot-tranny-queers around here, they demand, because they also don’t want to acknowledge raping and holding us prisoner in their beweef system closet since we’re three*  Quistians sounds like questions a little bit yet these quistions act like they’re not obligated to answer any questions*  Quistions is how a baby says Christians*  The quistians demand we’re not allowed to question them, it’s ‘their’ government, ‘their’ land, ‘their’ public toilet and they can break the rules while their victims are not allowed*  They’ll also lie to ‘their’ pigs and say we attack them in a toilet when all we would do if we could go in there without being threatened is expell waste, wash hands, adjust hair and makeup and leave but these authority pigs are running for us, trying to trap us because they use us as a catalyst to trap and control also the others which is why the Nancy Mace crowd threatens us if we use ‘their’ toilet*  We’ve already had lies told against us by a humanoid flesh born with a vagina but the judge speaks for them and says “she’s born as a female but identifies as male” when they’re in the witness box, on the stand and we’re trying to exercise our supposed right to confront our accuser by first having them identify so we’re denied that due process too, all of these different things and procedures consisting of what they call due process*  So, because the judge speaks for them, they show their prejudice in addition to denying us due process while at the conclusion of this circus, the judge also tells us “eat Jesus and get an exorcism” so, we say it’s only fair if a practioner of a new religion called ‘Van Dhall ism’ comes along and burns down ‘their’ courthouse because they’re only practicing their religion, 🤣 🃏*  Fweedom of We-widgion!  Besides, Bill Tea Cum Suh Sherman has a medical condition and cannot work up an appetite to have their breakfast until at least one courthouse is burned to the ground*  It’s HIStirical fact!

A freight train goes by on the Amtrak line while we’re having new tyres or ‘rubbers’ put on the car and there is no caboose but only a flat car loaded with wood planks*  Because Aimee and other vaginas conspire to deny us due process, we see Amtrak as Aimee Track and they seem to suggest by their s display that they’ve got a flat full of wood in their rear and no cab-ooze, California beaus, boos or booze, 🤣*  They must have got caught with a flat, hmph!  Well, how ’bout that!  Must have something to do with Plank’s constant while these Heisenburgers are being eaten behind a meat veil, 🤣*  It’s why Moonie attaches the ‘food’ tag to her posts because everything is good and sex and sex is food if you eat a little bit of saliva when you kiss, drink orgasm or eat skin cells when you fuck, make love or whatever the fuck you want to lable it as you’re basically eating and that’s the problem with Aimee and attached associates because they send Aimee’s flesh to court knowing that the judge is prejudiced and will take their side while denying us due process, protect a ritual killer, a brain eating zombie under their fweedom of religion banner while using a complaint where upon the face of it is a lie of ‘no relationship’ and then, by speaking for the accuser and other things, refuse us the opportunity and ability to prove the relationship(s)*  They all want privacy to drink blood, eat brains and other flesh of humanoids over in Washington DC like Misses Peacock, the Senator’s ‘Wife’ in ‘Clue’ the movie while their judiciary convicts Jeffery Dahmer and other so called killer cannibals*  They demand privacy to do these things while they deny their victims such and physics alone says this is impossible while their ape laws suggest only that it’s unfair so we’ll have to use their ape laws and so called authority against them, turn the tables on them and they should be okay with that because they say their Jbus does it too*

Clinical seems to take on a new meaning after visiting a behavioral health office (as this term ‘behavioral’ differs somewhat from ‘mental’ and all of its associated derrogitory and abusive contexts) and speaking to staff (not sure if their position or title but simply talk to them as we would any other)*  Immediately upon entering their office we’re triggered by a vessel, a cup or some kind of container in the shape of a humanoid face, a copper toned mulatto colour and looks very much like Tamika: the girl who is ritually sacrificed in Soylent Greenfield 45123 so a cult of brain eating racists can have brains to eat while th local pigs, judges and so called authorities have secrets of their own and so cover it up either by threat, bribe or other incentive*  When we ask the Soylent Greenfield pigs for PUBLIC records relating to Tamika’s suspicious death, the only thing the pigs say is “we’re not going to protect you” and this while they also say “he didn’t do that” when we try to file sexual assault charges against Craig Campbell for repeatedly rubbing their genitals on us*  This cup or whatever is being used as a pot for a plant of some kind which may be its intended purpose*  The top of the skull is removed around the rim to make housing for this plant and curly hair stream also out of the side to accent the piece which, if you don’t know about Tamika could simply be a pretty pot for a plant but because of what we know it’s a horror*

They also have a concave hippo receptical on their desk that’s also a planter pot or something which we cannot help but laugh at when the staff mentions HIPAA privacy laws*  We eventually got around to explaining why the cup without a craninum bothers us, not because we want them to take it down but because of what happens to us and how it relates to Tamika even when the brain eaters send Aimee after us with a piece of paper called ‘Women’s Rights’ to accuse us of stalking and have us disarmed, sent to stalk us all the way from Florida to Ohio yet they themselves are not a stalker because they born with vaginas are never stalkers, murderers, ritual killers or anything such as long as they can be used by other secret keepers to maintain their wealth and other things as they genocide their victims*  Throughout the seven of what these humans measure as years, Moonie has various relationships with Aimee and others they are also connected to in various ways including sexual contacts that are verified in quantum and other energy levels information yet they stalk us from Florida and accuse us of stalking with a complaint filed with the local court and with the lie of ‘no relationship’ on it while the judge shows their prejudice and denies us due process of proving these relationships*  That why we’re on this road, forced out of our home by domestic terrorists, travel to the far west of this continent and go into this office and see a cup on the windowsill that has a connection to things we’ve observed and endured ‘over there’ and we’re expected to dismiss that and everything else as coincidence*  It’s like they know about it and want us to shut up about it and keep secrets is the extreme concern while it could also be a sort of quantum consequence of what physicists call entropy as various kinds of energy decays into different forms and patterns, takes on different shapes representative of the path it travels, origins and other variables and factors of influence, interference and such as if it’s a sort of ‘tranifestation’ of a fractal result of entropy with a fixed path to follow*

In effect, it’s like they’re aware of the situation possibly without fully being aware of what brings all of these things together in their office as if they’re at liberty to like a thing, artwork and such without actually knowing why while we carry the ‘why’ burden on a road where others threaten us if we use ‘their’ public toilet or other facility so we can’t even bathe properly*  An algae bloom in the river, Google AI says, has a toxic byproduct so we can’t go there and we’ve had to stop filling jugs to fill the bird baths*  We find a water dispenser outside of a grocery store and it rips us off while we’re also not allowed to complain about that either*  Sixty cents for a gallon of water which, in these circumstances, is not terrible for reverse osmosis filtered water but we put a dollar note into the machine and it shuts down, refuses to dispense or return the money*  Another discount store sells gallons of water for over twice that amount while we’re also unable to recycle the containers which is why it makes sense to reuse or bring a container to refill at these machines when they function or are not sabotaged to refuse to serve us, want us to go the more expensive route and also buy plastic containers we can’t get rid of and it’s worse because humanoid bankers in Soylent Greenfield refuse us service inside the bank and demand ‘go outside and use the machine, BOY; we don’t serve nigger-faggot-tranny-queers in here’ so to some extent they force us to use machines but now they also have control over these machines and are shutting them down through network manipulation to deny us service from them too*  Yes, this water dispensing machine is connected to a network and we know that because one of the payment options is the ability to use a wireless form of payment*  Where’s the horse trough and the hand pump!  This is supposed to be the wild and wooly West so they should have those* 

Moonie muses that somebody probably sued the towns for getting tennis elbow or pinching their fingers and that’s why they got rid of the manual pumps*  They probably took their legal winnings and invested in bottled water factories so as to continue to collect payments from an injury that’s their fault, buy up all the real estate so they can say they own it on a piece of paper and you’re not allowed to be here or have a drink, bathe or use the toilet unless they say so and this while their say so is based in part on some kind of religious bullshit requirements you have to meet before they’ll even offer consideration for other things*  It’s one reason why we go to Vermont when we’re forced out of our home because groups and individuals migrate east to west here to escape religious and other persecution and so we reasoned they’d be more sensible in Vermont but they have their own huddles of quasi-beweef systems and crackpot religions*

They tell us when the Carnivale is but not where so this demands it be everywhere as they neglected to disclose where in a public notice*  We’re uncertain where the Heisenburgers are being served and eaten and also there is doubt about the ‘when’ because of the demand that when is July which sounds suspiciously like ‘Jew lie’ which we might inevitably conclude that this imposed calledar system is the result of fueding religious beweef system conflicts as they murder trees for paper to tell lies on, wipe their vaginas, penises and arseholes with before they flush this paper married to their shit and piss, all of which has blood in it, down into a municipal sewer system where they all get married and are united in shit, piss and blood and while they threaten us even if we dispose of bodily waste in this public sanitation system*  We think they make excuses and threaten us because it has nothing to do with sex, gender or race but to maintain the integrity of the lies on paper they hold in clerks offices of various kinds, banks, courts and other record repositories and so they don’t want any evidence that we exist not even in ‘their’ sewers because, as all of these systems are connected in various ways, one system would push energy into another and eventually their banks, courtrooms and other things would be full of shit and explode like the ‘Central Services’ orkers in lab suits in Terry Gilliam’s ‘Brazil’*  O, shit says Sam as they watch their suits fill up with shit and explode*  We’re all in it together, says Tuttle*  Except we’re not*  It’s why Moonie says they who threaten us if we use ‘their’ toilet must have to eat us and our shit so it can get into that public accounting system they call a sewer, where united we squat and divided Eiffel when some hate the French so much for not joining their religious war in Iraq that they murder trees to have paper to change petty laws about renaming fried potatoes from French Fries to Freedom Fries when others still call them chips, get paid by taxpayers to rename a food item on the menu inn their Capitol Hill and statehouse cafeterias*  They’d have you forget that too*  We still don’t know if such is prompted by their not wanting to eat the French or if they prefer eating freedom since the name of the food is also something you eat*  It’s one reason we change our name to Moone because they tell all of their little paper bastards that the moon is made of cheese, fromage that sounds a little bit like frameage and they shouldn’t mind eating us when they frame us and deny due process*  Cheech sings a song, Hey man, Eye was framed!  Eye never do nothing wrong, aww but every time eye get the blame*  When Emeril the chef uses that ingredient, they take out the ‘l’ and ‘e’ and say BAM!

Guy comes up on a bike near the car at the store after we’d only just stopped and yells “do you smoke weed”£  Moonie had to roll down the window a little bit and they say it again but we respond no, we court cannabis and give Mary a kiss*  They say their out and wondered if they could get some*  Moonie is not offended by sharing and so we ask them if they have a bowl because it’s not rolled up but only loose stuff that falls away from J’s in our container*  Do you have something to put it in, we ask and they say their hand so Moonie dumps out all of the nuggets we have that have accumulated in there, that we don’t use because we don’t have a bowl*  They look at it for a second and then throw it on the ground!  They threw Mary Jane that we carried with us all the way from Vermont on the ground after we explicitly told them we don’t abuse her*  Thriwed her on the ground as if she was nothing and says they don’t want it if they can’t tell what it is as if we’re lying to them when we’re only trying to help them out and be friendly*  We’re not looking for sex or anything else*  After they go away and Moonie starts to think about what happens, we see that they scoped us out from a distance with alterior motives and only use the “do you smoke weed” line to get close: that’s one reason why we’ go to yellow alert whenever somebody says that so, henceforth, if somebody uses those terms, we’ll simply say no because it’s not a lie if we don’t call her a weed*  They see our long hair from a distance and wonder if they can get some pussy and weed and use weed as an excuse to get close enough to discriminate, see if they can tell if we have a penis or a vagina they want to fuck but when we’re only friendly to them with no alterior motives and they see they’re not going to be able to manipulate us or get exactly what they’re looking for, they throw Mary on the ground and make the slip that it’s not what they want if they can’t tell what it is which is the same as using one comment to also infer that they’re looking for pussy and it’s obvious we have a penis so they don’t want Mary either*  Don’t know what that creature is exactly but didn’t care if they have a penis, vagina, what colour their skin is but they obviously discriminate in those ways and show who they are by throwing Mary on the ground*  Moonie doesn’t get mad but simply thinks that dusk is approaching and it’s very dangerous on a bike at dusk without any lights of reflective gear and since we can’t have a pig grind their face into the asphalt and make them eat Mary that they throw on the ground with false pretense, then we couldn’t possibly blame a semi truck for doing it instead*  Dusky Stevedore by Nat Shilkret and the Troubadours plays while the roadkill squad scrapes their corpse off the ass-fault*  It’s naturally aggrivtating that these assholes demand we accept them and their abuse but they won’t accept what we transition into when they do this shit*  They’re given a licence to be an asshole while they expect us to take it*  Moonie has ways*  We don’t need to give you gratification by reacting to your being an asshole*  It’s much more fun to hear about them being run over in the news or noose as Moonie calls it*  Liberty and Justice for all of that’s the only way we can get it* 

We ask them where the cannabis dispensary is and they know exactly where two of them are nearby!  We don’t say anything but we’re edging on thinking then why the fuck are you going around asking for “weed” handouts if you know where to get it and when your purpose is actually more than you let on while you also want to provoke conflict by throwing what we kindly share with you on the ground£  Maybe we should smile manically, say why yes, we’ve got some weed you can have, covertly grab our knife and walk around to where they are and stab them repeatedly in the neck like Joe Pesci does with the pen in ‘Casino’ but then that would deny the tractor-trailer version of ‘Christine’ of making a blood sacrifice so it all comes out in the wash somewhere, even if the truck hits them and sends them flying off the road into a dry wash*

Hey, if the Donkey Kongress disarms us and steals our property to protect a religion of brain eating zombies who ritually kill to get the brains, we are totally free to imagine and write about such things including ritual sacrifices to machines*

Its totally cool!  If this Donkey Kongress and government protect a brain eating zombie racist while they deny us due process, then Moonie say it’s equally possible that there is a trucker cult out there somewhere who’s trucks need blood sacrifices long about the time Dusky Stevedore shows up*  For what god or beweef system, we don’t know but it’s not fair and reasonable if they’re going to discrimate and protect brain eating zombies, make us defenseless and push us on this road and have these assholes into our path to abuse us and Mary*  Maybe they’ll do a film about it that’s like Stephen King’s ‘Christine’ but with trucks*  Moonie looks up from this writing consideration and sees the bats come out, only visible when they fly into the light of the crimson backdrop of this Dusky Stevedore of what some call sunset the same as others call Mary a weed*

Like Gatsby’s yellow convertible ‘Roller’ (Rolls Royce), there has to be a car hungry for blood out there somewhere who needs to fatally eat this corporate whore who attacks us through their Facebook and other subscriptions* 7 ball in the ditch pocket* The ‘Killer Cars’, Monty Python*

We jump out of the car to let them fly around us, let them get close so they know they don’t have anything to fear from us so long as they’re of a house that feeds publicly*  We’ve got a little bat plushie toy that we discover has a squeeker in it so press it a few times like a sonar ping that shows them hidden targets*  They feast, swam in and dip their wings like buzzing the tower on an aircraft carrier*  They swarm around like the bats in ‘Fear and Loathing’*  You’ll be seeing them soon enough*

There’s a little tag sewn into the bottom of the plushie bat*  They have a string in their head that Moonie suspends them from so they can feel like they’re flying down the road but Moonie doesn’t have any rituals and thinks the bat plushie might want to hang upside down in the so called daytime so they can rest so Moonie glues the tag in a loop to have a place to clip the carabineer when they want to hang upside down*  We could easily have a ritual of hanging a plushie bat upside down in what the humans call day so they don’t have to see or be a part of any of it and we’ll flip them around at dusk so they’ll watch over us while we rest since the humans force us into the wild and say we’re not allowed to be a part of their nightlife culture where cities are too expensive and we don’t have any representation like the baby rapists have Nancy Mace and others along with their corporate machines of control, deny and abuse then go to church so Jbus can forgive you*

Moonie totally forgets to say why clinical seems to take on a new meaning*  Cli and Nickel or possibly Nicole as in Aimee Nicole*  Lucy Van Pelt does have a clinic and does like nickels*  Nickels, nickels, nickels!  How I live the sound of cold, hard cash*  Maybe it’s Chuck Schultz trying to say some words get smashed together like in demolition derbys so Clin-nickel, if you use a long eye sound in the first bit it would suggest klein or little in German so Lucy must like little Nickels or Nicole*  Words swarm us like bats or maybe as we tear words apart, bugs fly out of them and the bats swarm in to drink*  They say the three legged buffalo nickel is rare and worth a lot but it’s penis hangs down even though it doesn’t touch the ground sort of make it looks like it’s not missing it’s leg so the three-legged buffalo nickel might be a myth to try and get you to look at their penis, 😂 and then the mount Jefferson to the nickel as if to say they’ve got both of their legs but missing a fiddle bow: that’s why they only show you their bust on one side and the outer part of Mount-a-cello on the other side*

So, NASA gets rich by raping a baby on a public playground with condoms aka weather balloons, flying saucers and such that send out quantum shockwaves but they’re only interested in studying the salt in a meteorite that crashes through a roof in New Jersey:

NASA Study of Pristine Meteorite Adds to Story of Ancient Asteroids https://science.nasa.gov/science-research/astromaterials/nasa-study-of-pristine-meteorite-adds-to-story-of-ancient-asteroids/

They’re more interested in material they can get their hands on than caring anything about what their abuse and the abuse of their government does to us*  They’re also dimwitted assholes with beweef systems and superiority complexes and beweeve it’s okay they rape us with their quantum experiments like they’re playing fucking billiards, knoc this rock into that rock so they can get a fucking space rock to land in New Jersey like the have Thomas Jefferson’s head in a jar and have Tomy wired up to play cosmic fucking pinball*  Well, Tomy (who plays with silver balls) give them thousands of them!  Let them rain down upon them!  Cosmic Multiball!  NASA doesn’t seem to realize that by Tomy sticking their fiddle bow into Sally, it goes into a past they beweeve is dead and over but Nero picks it up and fiddles while Rome burns, not then, but in all instances of then including now*  Now, then, now, then, now, then!  Now then!

We realize that by going to and shedding tears at this behavioral health center that it’s filling their rivers, their watershed after looking at the maps at waterwaymap(dot)org*  Sounds silly but mountains are tricky: they may be in the same county or count Dracula but the arteries, veins and blood vessels flow in a different direction*  They seem to want us to ‘cry them a river’ over there so they can have a Timberlake next to the sawmill, 🤣*  The map seems to indicated moderate drought over there and the dynamics around the mountain including water and the attitudes of the inhabitants seem to be tidally locked in a psychological sense*  We’re not welcome in that particular part of the count but we can go over there and cry them a river whenever they need a drink*  In the area where we’ve been staying on public land and providing river water to the birds in birdbaths, the watershed is healthy if we read this colour coded map correctly based on the idea that red is a long, slow wavelength and blue is closer to the shorter, faster wavelength of the spectrum*  We also source the water from the same watershed so it’s not like we’re stealing water from one and depositing it into another watershed zone but there is that social dynamic that seems to be married to the environmental dynamic of these mountains with humanoid settlements that may not be very far away from each other but yet are a part of a different watershed and other environmental variables*  We’ve observed that wherever we go, they don’t seem to have drought problems but then the land owners want to sell us the water at high rates*  They don’t recognize or acknowledge that our presence makes them better off while they push us away with a bathing facility owned on a piece of paper by them and want to charge seven dollars for but then decide to charge fifteen dollars for access to it whenever the river has an algae bloom so they must be the ‘Water Merchants’ as portrayed in the original Fallout game*

First they want seven which is triggering because of the Christians and other beweef systems demanding it’s an important structural indicator for their imposed callendar system but now they double that and add one so that it’s like two 7 penises frotting and both cum as one*  Or, it’s possible they tell the receptionist at the facility that they can charge whatever they want for use of the shower as long as they put seven dollars in the till and pocket the rest*  It’s queer because they deny us change or transition while they’re constantly changing their prices*  They say that sort of change is okay, though, because after they murder our character and steal our property with lies on paper, that’s the only kind of change that matters to them: whatever it costs to keep their paper jobs, paper homes, paper families and other things paper while they band together to maintain the paper lies of their paper gangs and it’s why they don’t want nigger-faggot-tranny-queer around here unless we’ll cry into paper tissues at so called behavioral health offices while the community center in an adjacent water shed wants to charge fifteen dollars to bathe when they have no public facility in the other water shed where they want us to cry them a river into paper tissues and they also say we can get out of their water shed altogether and go to the other side of the mountain and downstream from the headwaters and go to a homeless shelter there to get a ‘free’ shower as they’re now projecting upon us that we’re a scrounger and want free shit when that’s not true*  We want them to be held accountable but their government says they don’t have to as long as they keep secrets of ritual killings and eating the brains of the victims and other things while they all demand privacy and riches they deny of their victims*  This homeless shelter they direct us to is in the same county or Count Dracula as ‘their’ city but it’s in a different water shed and so there’s obviously some Medfield and Rutland rivalry bullshit, deep-seated Hatfield’s and McCoy’s feuds going on here where one community says their ‘ball teams’ are better than others in the next city as this strokes their beweef system egos*  Moonie thinks it’s sad because we’re an alien here and don’t know their artificial county boundaries so one town is the same as the other to us until the inhabitants make known these rivalries by saying get on the trail of tears, tranny, and get your nigger-faggot-tranny-queer ass out of ‘our’ city and go over there to Oklahoma (universal for reservation for those rejected and unwanted) where you can use the toilet and bathe*  This while they all wave their flags and say their united!  Liberty and Justice and all (sarcasm) so they’re like parasites feeding on the veins of the Count, possibly to keep the Count from getting woke and rising up out of their coffin*  When we arrive at wherever others push us to, they also say they have rights that we do not and keep moving, go somewhere else yet they won’t tell us where Queertopia is or Big Gay Al’s Big Gay Animal Sanctuary, 🤣*

Arthur (Two Sheds) Jackson is thinking of selling one of their sheds (Monty Python)* 🤣 🃏*

After publishing, Moonie has to pop back over and make those small note or addendum to exhibit how we think and write things and then they happen*

Moonie goes to town to grab some cold drinks and a tractor trailer turned safely in front of us from the interstate and as they do, we see the roll up type door on their 53 trailer roll up and makes a gesture of opening and closing a few times like it’s a mouth that’s hungry! Most them have these 53 foot trailers and 53 is Herbie’s (another ‘possessed’ car) number* We don’t dismiss any of that as coincidence*