posted on April 03, 2003 @ 2:44 am
this one (complete with misspellings and original, brief commentary) was too odd to not put in here. everyone was thoroughly confused when they read this.
the crescent moon, just out of view from my window nearest the bed, alongside the bed, through which i gaze while lying in bed, beams onto a bush, releasing the leaves' brilliant fern color; the other half of this particular grouping of leaves is transformed into grotesquely discolored things resembling the yellow shade of urine. artificial light does such an injustice to the delicate features of mother earth.
in the not so distant distance, sirens strike up, and soon followed by this come the dogs. in horror i stand in the hub of my room, amidst clothes, books, etc., listening to this cacophony of creatures who threatened to break through my walls. their moans equal the heartache of three generations of women visiting the dying fourth in a dank, soured hospital. their voices intertwine with those of the vehicles, so boomingly loud and chilling my spine i can tell not whether these foreign visitors are in my closet behind me or four blocks away.
every neighborhood dog is now envolved, probably mine as well. they all respond to the anxiety of the sirens, sobbing, each painful cry a tear-jerking insight into its mind. how they grieve over the loss of a brother or sister, mother or father, sold into slavery, wailing thinking of the torment they must be suffereing: being forced to play with delinquent (sp?) children and hunt down innocent squirrels.
those sirens claw deep into their ears, exposing raw flesh tuned into their only connection to the ouside world. or maybe they long to be the cause of the siren. maybe they want to die; foul mistreatment or just the lack of a loving partner has driven these poor canines to the edge. they sit on their haunches howling to the crescent moon�a devine fingernail clipping suspended by the stars�clouds of fog escaping their mouths as the hot, passionate breath of a soul in despair meets the chilling, cruel kiss of the icy wind and world.
they cry out, sympathizing with the feable human mind that is simultaneously mourning over a loved one of themselves. the dogs hear the "alarum bells," realize life is unfair to all creatures through all walks of life, and enlightened on the subject at hand yet having no capability to cease nature's malevolent injustice are foreced to remain in their cages and show their sadness for us in the only way they know how.
such a marvelous display of empathy should be welcomed and embraced with warm, open arms, however what do we do? we throw shoes at them and yell at them, denouncing this act of friendship. like so many of us do to each other, we beat them and deprive them of treats because they're disturbing our beauty sleep.
or perhaps the canines hear sirens and just assume they should make some noise, too.
�> i don't know where all that drama came from, but all those dogs, so much more intense than before, and the thought that someone could be dying at that moment terrofied me.
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