the bitch....

posted on myspace 11 may 2007

the bitch....

some question has been assigned regarding the legitamacy of my hatred for dogs.
I dont hate dogs. i hate dog-smell.

its not that i hate been licked on the face its just that i know what else she licks with that tongue...

i remember one time a jack russell, it jumped pretty high... yeah... but it was on the other sider of the fence, so every fewe seconds its head and part of its body would appear above the fence, before disappearing. i was amazed at its consistency and level of genuine endurance. so impressed that i forgot about the simple things in life, like homework and television and just sat there transfixed by this dog. then it occured to me... is that the dog bouncing, or is it some sort of springy trampy thingy. i had heard that these types of dogs were real jumpers, but had never experienced such awe personally. so eventually after mulling it over i got up and went up to the fence, again watching the dog, up, down, up, down, up down...

then i peered over the fence. sure enough... one of those little gym tramps, you know, the ones that hang around the entrance of fitness first holding up placards reading 'membership unfairly revoked' or 'sexist fascists inside'

i should probably stop banging on about sexist fascists as well. i mean they have feelings too right... feelings of betrayl and fear, desperation and lonliness...

that reminds me of this one time, i was on a stairwell and I was looking for my folks, and i had no idea where they were, so i run up the stairwell and searched all the rooms, and then ran back down the stair well and searched everywhere, and then returned back to the stairwell, i could hear voices but i couldn't find them... wait maybe that was a nightmare... in sheeps clothing..

i used to have a sheep... it died,...


some people say that death is where old people go. i wonder if the food is nice.
i'll go most places providing the food is nice. or if there is a good band. or good company...

what makes a good band. my friend suggests the trombone player. they are certainly at the bottom end of the scale...

b.