My doggie, T, loves the cat - Precious. T will chew on the back of Precious' neck and just when I think I need to intervene because Precious might actually be getting et' up, Precious will rub up against T and beg for more. Weird. Then Precious has a slobbered up head and when I go to pet her it makes me chuckle.
This evening I read somebody else's blog that I like to follow and he mentioned that meglomaniacs (capitalists I presume) would fuck up the entire universe for a good fourth quarter. Truer words were never blogged. How does this become normal and the definition of success? I don't know!! It's like the whole human race is mentally deficient. Maybe it is just western civilization, I don't know, I haven't traveled that much. I like to fantasize about being a Native American though. Right here where I live now. I contemplate it when I walk the dog for the last walk of the day, and feel the breeze on my skin, listen to the sounds of the critters of the night, and wonder what it would be like if me and T went to bed in a tee-pee, or maybe just a hammock strung between trees, instead of into the house with the TV on and the stagnant air. We would not be alone though, my family would be there too. Extended family and all generations, spending their earthly years together. Eating and sleeping and making shelter together on lands we were all familiar with. We would know every animal, bug and plant we saw. We would tell time by the stars and the sun and the moon. At night we would tell stories and laugh. Sometimes sing and dance. The kids would always be with us and never be sent away to spend endless hours a day with a bunch of people all the exact same age....sigh.
My theory about how schools turn people into egotistical terds that have to spend their 20's un-learning all that shit will have to wait until another day.
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