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poetry

the “master” parable

once upon a time, there existed in a faraway kingdom a small puppy. but not just any puppy, as this particular young pet may have looked like a dog, but inside was the mind of a young man who had died and been reborn into an animal’s body.

the puppy’s master sat upon the doorstep overlooking his back yard. the grass was plush, evenly distributed and without thistly blemish; great for taking a leisurely barefoot stroll.

off to one corner, along the edge of the property, was the puppy’s kennel. still quite young, perhaps about a year, he sat day after day peering through gaps in the chain-link fence enclosure, wondering how he had become a prisoner.

at first, things were wonderful…he lived inside the master’s house and had nearly free reign and was showered with his affection. he learned the rules about where to do his business, and which objects were toys and which were the master’s slippers.

but one day, the master suddenly became vengeful, spiteful; and curiously changed the rules the puppy had come to understand. even stranger, the master punished the unsuspecting dog for not having obeyed these new rules from the beginning, despite having been taught something completely different. obediently, the poor pup took his punishment and vowed to work hard to please the master and learn his new ways.

before long however, the new rules changed again…and then again; and of course the dog was scrutinised and reprimanded each time. the puppy was cast outward and locked into a tiny cage in the back yard. the puppy had become a bit disparaged, but would never bite the hand that fed him, although when the master would come to check on him, he would hide inside the house and wait for the cruel overseer to go away. in some fit of anger, the master soon replaced the tiny doghouse with one of glass, so he could closely monitor every minute detail of the puppy’s life and existence.

now completely without the love, respect, freedom or privacy he once enjoyed, the dog decided it was time to find a home with a master more caring and agreeable; certainly he deserved this basic right as a living, sentient being. he sat, planning and figuring in his head until one day it happened that the master came to toss some table scraps, and the puppy bolted towards the lumbering man, pummeling him over and running as hard and fast as he could, until the harsh, caustics of the sun through the roof of his glass prison was no longer stinging his eyes.

several days passed, and eventually a kind stranger picked up the puppy, and took him in as his own, and all was well. the original master, alone and beside himself, eventually sought new dogs for companionship and to satisfy his peculiar urges and harsh quirks…only to find that they too all would run away, and the master ended up living without the company he craved, but getting what he deserved after all.

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everyday minutae

patience to decrepitude

i wonder what it’s like when you finally reach an age of immobilisation? you know, when the day comes that no matter how much effort is exerted, you just can’t climb a small flight of steps, or climb into your car. i was thinking this morning over a spot of oats and strawberries how i’m young and healthy now, and my grandparents aren’t…but they used to be; and how they have difficulty doing various (many) things. what must one feel like when they can no longer perform typical tasks that the rest of us take for granted? frustration? despair? denial? i hope i never have to find out, but unless i die early, it’s inevitable. what a bleak realisation!

Underneath

listening to:
Underneath
The Verve Pipe

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thought of the day

broken mirror

question of the day: Why do mirrors reverse right and left instead of up and down?

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everyday minutae

everyday dying

arrr, matey! thar be a fray a-brewin’ on the high seas. best be gettin’ ready…the roost spots an isle of treasure ahead on the horizon!

i had the scare of a lifetime last night, while trying to fall asleep. normally people are already unconscious when their body slows down and goes under; but after waking up for a lavatory run, the return voyage to slumberville was a frightening one. seems my body was winding down, yet my mind was wide awake. i could feel my breathing go shallow, and my heartbeat fade; to the point i was having to mindfully breathe (normally you just do it), my extremeties (including my head) were going numb, and i couldn’t find a pulse anywhere. for sure my body was gradually dying…or so i thought. i jumped out of bed and did 150 pushups as quickly as my body would flex them. the return of a pulse! somehow though, after lying back down; it still felt like death was knocking. at some point i must’ve just given up and fallen asleep though; unsure whether i’d see morning’s light. but here i am…as usual. hopefully that hell will never haunt this guy again!

listening to: the evaporating fizz of a diet dr. pepper

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art & photography

z photos!

who wants photos?

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everyday minutae

slow motion

patrons of cub foods are slow. employees are slightly quicker. and i must appear in need of a bathroom; as my anxiety has me doing the pee-pee dance while i’m forced to wait.

i’ve never seen people move with such a lack of speed than today at the express lane. i, with my two boxes of snack crackers, stood watching this woman (of capable age and build) transport each item from one spot to another 1 foot away. then to the plastic satchel. it’s as if she was in the land of make-believe, and she was playing the part of a contstruction crane, lifting 25,000 tons of material around. and cranes, due to their immense size and load, do move slowly, but she was one bloody woman with a can of cream corn. the whole scenario had me questioning the concept of ‘express checkout’. her actions completely negated the ‘express’ part…ugh.

several photos/webcam-captures await; though they won’t be posted until wednesday night. so if you’ve been waiting patiently…continue to do so. it’s not like you’re holding your breath beneath the pool’s horizon : – P

listening to: in the z’s cd changer: creed – weathered, nickelback – silver side up | sinatra – my way | deltron 3030 | oldies mix | u2 – best of 80’s | u2 – best of 90’s

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thought of the day

shit on the brain

speaking of shit: why is it that when you’ve got to shit; you’re full of shit, yet you must “take a shit” to get rid of it? seems to me it should be called “leaving a shit”

word of the day: shrinedom

motherfucker of the day: tar (as in road pavement tar)