she was adamant
it was intuition
My eye he said you got a bitchs
instinctNever sell yourself short
No one can get over on you unless
you let em
Youd be well-served to remember
that
Im not you
No
And Im not a bitcha muthafucker a prickyes Ill leave instinct an intuition to you Im one up on animals only because I can think
I got a real big brain
in cat years his outdoor ferals
were still younger than him so likely they
mirrored his beast – who knows – who the fuck cares – not his bestial self –
not his bestial cohortshis furred partners in crime
the County was doing its
damnedest to eliminate feral catsexistentially
it sought to neuter and spay the sexes so the only cats that would breed
in the County were inside licensed catteries
the harping jays would like
that cats their
noses pressed to glass or screens looking out
the jays hawing at the inevitable inbreeding hawing the genetic retards the
historic idealism that was laid bare during the last century in California in
Europe though not that the County recalled
or cared to be reminded
though he thought who the fuck
wanted an animal genetically-twisted demented a GMO afoot or perhaps they were forward looking GMOed human beens
night was falling
the fast swallows were out the agile bats strafing and curling mid-air
at flying insects their one-sided dogfights
and feasts
insects
incest
incest – why bargain with the devil
let him come
let him try and bargain with barbarian instincts intuitions and gall
it would be a knock down drag
out bloodfest all the more reason to
be fit for a fight they havent had but believed would come
itd have to come head on
face to face eye to unflinching eye
they werent turning their backs
they werent conceding the high ground
hed have to take it
if he could
2013, Thursday,
15 6. 17
Palodine All the Pretty Wolves https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PkU-ZkilOuc
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