he dreamt of being a pet a kept
man
an thinkin it
through he didnt have a problem with that
he was afterall
dreamin
secondlyseconal
for the waryfor the I
wanna know exactly whayer hittin me up with doc Secobarbital
hmm sounds like a variety of treble hooks he used for pike and walleye
it can cause paranoid or suicidal
ideations
life causes paranoid or suicidal ideations
it can impair memory judgment and
coordination
mebbe
someone doesnt wanna rememberdoesnt give a rats ass what their actions provoke coordination don get fancy
most people get dicey when you tell em the earth is spinningrotating gravity keeps their feet planted keeps em
from becoming satellites
seconal combined with other substances particularly alcohol can slow breathing and possibly lead to death
hed watched women
pass in a crosswalk before his car that slowed his breathing imagining em fucking him to death
probably good thing he was being
cremated otherwise the mortician wouldnt be able to get that lurid fuckin smile
off his face making children crywhy they
didnt know making men clear their throats hem andhawandsigh deeply making women wet Close his coffin Hes making dying look rewarding mighty
attractive Hedon look like hes going to
meet his Maker looks like hes gonna bugger Him
but he digresses
secondly he kept pets
he took damn good care of his
pets
they would be cats no interest in dogs
dogs reminded him of slavery
rather
they exhibit slavish devotionloyalty to their Master
hed shoot hisself in the head rather
than follow massa or Dear Leader
cats are wholly independent as he
get up in his shit
Buhbye baby byebye
but caring for his pets watering feeding grooming
changing their
boxes so theyd be clean they satisfied
his paternal needs now that his children
were older on their own having cleared the bar he and his wife heldup to be decent
intelligent human beings
but ofcourse they would
they were young women
that said
even
dreaming he wouldnt be kept or in a relationship with a inarticulate woman
hed wake in a sweat in a heartbeat
Buhbye baby byebye
1137,
Saturday, 16 1. 21
1331, Sunday, 17 1.
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