September 2015

And now for something completely different.

The Burning Sensations sing “Just like Jonah in the belly of the whale”.

You can thank me later, When the earworm has made earwigs seem welcome.

Look.

If you are all about tolerance for your chosen lifestyle, and you go out of your way to be intolerant of someone elses beliefs, you are the problem. Period.

So I slept

and I dreamt my little dreamy dreams, and I dreamt of a traveling sideshow where there was some bleachblond gypsy kid, skinny and maybe twenty? with a bunch of pomeriranians he had taught to do tricks. I could see how he trained them, too, lots of little petty meannesses and they were all evidently quite unhappy. One came over to me and I petted it, it’s matter filled eyes peering up and me, and as I tried to comfort it the gypsy kid came over and put his finger in the orbit of my eye, just under my brow, lifted my head up, wagged a finger at me and condescendingly said “My dog”.

Faster than I could ever have moved in real life I grabbed his wrist and said “Not anymore” and broke his forearm off. he screamed but I stood and grabbed him by the throat, silencing him; the dogs all ran to me and I threw him like a ragdoll onto his platform. Onlookers were already painting his truck over so instead of reading ‘Claude and his jumping dogs” it read “Claude and his disembodied arm”.

I hate people who hurt dogs, I really do.

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