*apologies* : I wished to post a few feelings after this long gap in blogging. But I need a different time, and mood, to put down those feelings. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, to the one(s) I wished to post it for. It will, I promise, however, be my next post. Titled “On Respect“. You may now, read..
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Tufts of fur indulged into the dark aura, shed by buildings, on the scratched fence, challenging the warm moon’s light. A metronome of breath, soft stealthy sighs, entered the audic world reigned by night crackles, sneezes, window-muted televisions, and distant traffic rumblings. Paws pinched asphalt, mud, dust, and bits of stick and grass. An orange glitter in the north-nordic like luminescence. Tender eyelashes shut over the glitter, in a quick hug, and let the light shine again. A snout rose, wetness absorbing the olfactory feels of the dark.
“Rrrrr” she said.
A few more tufts shifted into the modern vision of western sereness.
And a few more.
And more.
Equally stealthy. Equally sighing. Equally adding on to the life energy flow. Beside them, the glass and wood window tried its best to mute a blaring Timbaland. “Oooh just what the dogs were looking for” the Apple Hifis screamed, fighting the mute resistance of white and transparence, quenching from the 160G black matt iPod classic snugly fitting in to its specially carved seat.
They looked up for a few minutes. Then they looked at each other again.
“Woof?” What is it?
“Rrrrr ruh.” There he is.
“Wuf?” Who?
“Rrhhh.” Him.
“Ruh ruh rarrr?” So what about him.
“Rr rahhrr woofen woof ruff woof rrrrrr.” He called them bitches.
“Rhrhhh ru?” Called who?
Quick shuffling of paws. Fast paw-sniffles through the fallen fall leaves.
“Rhheee!” Them.
“Bow!” WHAT!
“Rrrrrheeeee” Yesssss…
An eerie thunderclap of wicked drastic evilness sounded from canis larynxes.
Brown, black, and bitten tufts of hair rushing through the warm light. One behind another, paws outstretched, snouts wettened to attention, ears cocked and straight, canines ready for action.
Sisters, mothers, neighbours, they moved. Wives, lovers, widows, they moved. The power of feminity, they moved. As a unit. Clawing Mother Earth in their quest for revenge. Clenching bits, souvenirs?, nay, anger. Raw love flowing through them, Nature’s justice in action, claims to justify insults, insults insulting not egos, but very existence.
Red. Purple. Puke green.
Red. Black. Grey. Purple. Death blue.
Monotone images heaving up and down. Droplets of sweat impairing vision, raindrops on a car window. Hearts heaving, lungs beating, legs pounding.
Out to justify insults on their kind.
They found him. Terror glittered in his eyes. He slipped. He fell. He ran. Stumbling, precariously, clumsily, he ran. Fear slitting through his pitiful human body.
Rrrrrrahhhhaaaaaa. Bark bark. Bow wow. Grrrrrrrrrr rruf!
What did I do, what did I do… he screamed to the Mother, who now flowed through him, in his last tides. Whyyyy!
They heard him, echoing through the Mother.
How dare you compare us, US, Mother’s children, with those creatures, those inmentionable beings, whom we ashamedly call beings for lack of another word; they screamed back.
He heard. Mother told him. He could not believe it. But of course, human idiocies do not corrupt the soul at moments like that. So, he knew.
At that moment, the terror disappeared. But the inertia of a life of fear remained. He tripped. He fell.
They rushed over him, without a moment of increased frenzy, without a corrupt thought. Like a well oiled machine, programmed for stupid efficiency, but very very unmachinic, flowing rivers of life, they got him. Canines met cutanes. And then the flesh. And then, myosin and actin. Red blood flew. Chunks of humanness disappeared into wet nosed snouts. White teeth glared red. Ruffs, grrs, and bow wows, in quiet action. Screams, physical pain, blinding misery, in crazy final pleads. One of Hers connoisseured his nose.
He started to laugh. Ha ha ha ha. Pain, yes. But that was just maya. Mother flew through him. He was one. And in quiet understanding he laughed. Somebody dug in, between his thighs and groins. Tasty tasty joint cartilages.
Ha ha ha. He shouldn’t have done that, should he. Not have compared those lovely creatures, those beauties of Mother, with those… unbeings?
Ha ha ha.
Somebody loved the taste of his tongue.
Mmmm. Red blood in front of my eyes. Mmmmmmm. Fountains. Oooh. Red fountains. Red, purple, black, yellow, blinding lime green fountains. Mmmm. I’m sorry, oh Mother, oh love. I’m sorry, dear beings of self. Mother dear, here I come. Oh! I write about those unbeings? They merit a spot? Ah! Pardon, oh Mother dear. Pardon.
Someone bit into his armpit.
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