Cats trust me most when I don’t do anything at all.
In my crazy man head I imagine myself as some sort of hybrid, but then I see that I have no horns, nor tail, nor hooks on my tongue. It’s better for everyone I suppose.
Tag: animals
man
Cats trust me most when I don’t do anything at all.
In my crazy man head I imagine myself as some sort of hybrid, but then I see that I have no horns, nor tail, nor hooks on my tongue. It’s better for everyone I suppose.
be eaten
The bluntness of the mind is overpowering. Every thought becomes forceful—binary. To rise or fall, to fuck or sleep, to give or take, to live or die. They try to tell me it’s a fault and I don’t see it. I gain or I don’t, this is life.
You will follow me and I will lead to places outside of this comfortable existence. Feeling or numbness.
The gray area is always there, of course. The great gaping maw of the gray area. Are you lost? Do you scramble? So do I. There are valleys between the peaks. Climb up or climb down. I never did fit into the flatlands. I don’t trust the places that go on forever. The universe doesn’t go on forever.
Eat or be eaten. This is life. Take a taste, on me.
be eaten
The bluntness of the mind is overpowering. Every thought becomes forceful—binary. To rise or fall, to fuck or sleep, to give or take, to live or die. They try to tell me it’s a fault and I don’t see it. I gain or I don’t, this is life.
You will follow me and I will lead to places outside of this comfortable existence. Feeling or numbness.
The gray area is always there, of course. The great gaping maw of the gray area. Are you lost? Do you scramble? So do I. There are valleys between the peaks. Climb up or climb down. I never did fit into the flatlands. I don’t trust the places that go on forever. The universe doesn’t go on forever.
Eat or be eaten. This is life. Take a taste, on me.
do not dare
Left arm stretched out above my head. Fingers wrapped around brass. Feel the long strip of armpit hair, smell the soap and lingering scent of sweat. Feel loosened skin wobble and roll like waves in the ocean. Little stretch cracks along the baggy surface. Pasty, dotted red and blotchy with bruises and a long history (you’re young, they tell me: thanks for the bullshit). Skin can only take so much neglect, so much apathy and ruin. Wonder, if the machine is perfectly functional, is it a machine worth saving? Old man’s rough hands, years of mowing and lifting and dust and grime. So many fine lines already. The sound of old leather accompanies every clenched fist. The fist I rarely wielded. Mean faces and big displays scare off the little ones. The few who stepped up got their hits in alongside mine. Attack me, strike me. I am built for it. I am old leather, coarse hair, padded and prodded and whipped and whipped and whipped into submission and now superiority. An animal, a meat bag, bones and muscles and fat. You try what you fucking want. But wise up: do not dare to even look at anyone I have chosen to protect. Do not fucking dare. An animal can be pushed too far. An animal can commit heinous things. An animal is weakness of mind and pure instinctive rage.
do not dare
Left arm stretched out above my head. Fingers wrapped around brass. Feel the long strip of armpit hair, smell the soap and lingering scent of sweat. Feel loosened skin wobble and roll like waves in the ocean. Little stretch cracks along the baggy surface. Pasty, dotted red and blotchy with bruises and a long history (you’re young, they tell me: thanks for the bullshit). Skin can only take so much neglect, so much apathy and ruin. Wonder, if the machine is perfectly functional, is it a machine worth saving? Old man’s rough hands, years of mowing and lifting and dust and grime. So many fine lines already. The sound of old leather accompanies every clenched fist. The fist I rarely wielded. Mean faces and big displays scare off the little ones. The few who stepped up got their hits in alongside mine. Attack me, strike me. I am built for it. I am old leather, coarse hair, padded and prodded and whipped and whipped and whipped into submission and now superiority. An animal, a meat bag, bones and muscles and fat. You try what you fucking want. But wise up: do not dare to even look at anyone I have chosen to protect. Do not fucking dare. An animal can be pushed too far. An animal can commit heinous things. An animal is weakness of mind and pure instinctive rage.
poetic lines
Attempt to write some poetic lines with emphasis on the desire to ravage her. Fail to convey just how fucking much you want her. Contemplate loneliness. Contemplate the end of loneliness. Contemplate a car hitting a wall at a hundred miles an hour. Contemplate just how unromantic that is. Decide to work on breathing exercises and keep calm. See clouds and calm seas. See her shape in the clouds. See the shape immediately take on the tone of sunset sweaty flesh. Hear laughter and whispers. Take a shot or two of tequila. Decide that bullshit is best left to men who know how to be suave. Carry on with the ravaging.
poetic lines
Attempt to write some poetic lines with emphasis on the desire to ravage her. Fail to convey just how fucking much you want her. Contemplate loneliness. Contemplate the end of loneliness. Contemplate a car hitting a wall at a hundred miles an hour. Contemplate just how unromantic that is. Decide to work on breathing exercises and keep calm. See clouds and calm seas. See her shape in the clouds. See the shape immediately take on the tone of sunset sweaty flesh. Hear laughter and whispers. Take a shot or two of tequila. Decide that bullshit is best left to men who know how to be suave. Carry on with the ravaging.
female ghost shrimp
I sometimes look at creatures and pause for a moment to consider the fact of nothing came something, that billions of years ago there was an explosion of stardust and over a relatively short amount of time gravitational collapse and thermonuclear fusion got the solar system going, and then accretion, colliding mass like ships in the night, forming some bonds that lasted and led to more bonds and more build-up until the heavies near the middle and gorgeous gases on the outskirts, until eventually the stars aligned for one little spot in the (known) universe and brought about the spark of life and the elements it needed to survive, thrive, and stretch its evolutionary legs in search of the bigger and the better, splitting one to two to four to billions and branching off when the old ways were not as efficient and there was opportunity for growth beyond the confines of the sea, the land, the air, leading not to the greatest of any one thing but to more life than my glorified brain can fathom and to the inevitable:
“Eventually, helium in the core will exhaust itself at a much faster rate than the hydrogen, and the Sun’s helium burning phase will be but a fraction of the time compared to the hydrogen burning phase. The Sun is not massive enough to commence fusion of heavier elements, and nuclear reactions in the core will dwindle. Its outer layers will fall away into space, leaving a white dwarf, an extraordinarily dense object, half the original mass of the Sun but only the size of the Earth. The ejected outer layers will form what is known as a planetary nebula, returning some of the material that formed the Sun to the interstellar medium.”
And the scattered remains of all of us with it. Fucking beautiful.
female ghost shrimp
I sometimes look at creatures and pause for a moment to consider the fact of nothing came something, that billions of years ago there was an explosion of stardust and over a relatively short amount of time gravitational collapse and thermonuclear fusion got the solar system going, and then accretion, colliding mass like ships in the night, forming some bonds that lasted and led to more bonds and more build-up until the heavies near the middle and gorgeous gases on the outskirts, until eventually the stars aligned for one little spot in the (known) universe and brought about the spark of life and the elements it needed to survive, thrive, and stretch its evolutionary legs in search of the bigger and the better, splitting one to two to four to billions and branching off when the old ways were not as efficient and there was opportunity for growth beyond the confines of the sea, the land, the air, leading not to the greatest of any one thing but to more life than my glorified brain can fathom and to the inevitable:
“Eventually, helium in the core will exhaust itself at a much faster rate than the hydrogen, and the Sun’s helium burning phase will be but a fraction of the time compared to the hydrogen burning phase. The Sun is not massive enough to commence fusion of heavier elements, and nuclear reactions in the core will dwindle. Its outer layers will fall away into space, leaving a white dwarf, an extraordinarily dense object, half the original mass of the Sun but only the size of the Earth. The ejected outer layers will form what is known as a planetary nebula, returning some of the material that formed the Sun to the interstellar medium.”
And the scattered remains of all of us with it. Fucking beautiful.