Canine
By: A Dutch Filmmaker named Iris Anderbilt

Someone told me my handwriting is horrible. I answered with this quotation. By myself, of course:
_________________________(insert my name) has an IMPECCABLE HANDWRITING!!! prowess. It flies like a bird; it soars like a kite; it is the best you'll ever see in this whole goddamn universe!!!"

On with this entry.

The herein subject picture in real downtime playing module is actually sleeping, with occassional hiccups breaking his slumber underneath my hooded sweater and bag. The bed he is on is where I am bunking at this moment.

This dog is in eternal fetal position like all dogs do. Usually that is. But when the song "Can't Help Falling In Love With You" (remade by Corey Hart in the 80's wearing his sunglasses at night--this version has Tom Jones' baritone) ) was on (see picture number 3), he just flipped over and experienced this frog stance.

The dog (I will just call him that) is a pitbull. When he is awake, he opens closets and provides verbal addendums (aaarrrrrrggghhhh, the canine way) to the music.

Don't you see it, you folks babbling about how to live, live, live. Right now, I phoo any intelligence that does not on the sideline, entertain. Don't you see the promise, the blazing designs flanked in between buildings of sad sacks? Have you seen the hilarious mimicry of foolishness , the senseless travelling without tact as if you haven't taught mud to real life mudders? Have you seen what our young had been doing during night time when we are all glossing our hair in guilt? They are busy building social-welfare dispensing buses. That is not intellect? Damn the bastards who think otherwise. They, simply, DO. Even my million paragraphs could not rebutt that. It is a parody with social, wow, relevance!

My foster father in the 80's was looking for a place to anoint her daughter's field. Perhaps, with a cry in his heart (he hates the faux metropolis buzz; he prefers the dilapidated roofs where he can tie his salt and pepper hair in imaginary braids) but I bought him to these goofs who are done with their opulent lifestyles---I think he is loving it like a penguin would an eyebrow---hahahahahahaha---no connection). I am glad he took notice (like all knowing and giving fathers would) of my preferences, food and surroundings, and just bought my passion right within the heart of pulsing beat. He taught me about compromise without giving up my core.

Back to the dog. Daily, he assumes different dog personas. Right now, he stepped on a book (picture number one), lovingly I would insert, to diffuse tension (titled "An Arsonist's Guide To Writers' Homes In New England"). I saw it as an invitation to a footstep, commanding me to read the pages fast. I started at the center, moving backward , then forward. Normally, I may be halfway done browsing this. Somehow my reading pattern is still blatantly curious. Who cares if I read it that way. I will think like how this dog would.

Last time I heard, he is running as President in his dogland.

Hehe.