Tuesday, September 13, 2011

The Recovery of Loss. Or the admittance of nothing.

A mirror is an object that reflects light or sound in a way that preserves much of its original quality prior to its contact with the mirror. Some mirrors also filter out some wavelengths, while preserving other wavelengths in the reflection.

Without being too poetic or just sounding dumb. The internal mirror has been in the dark for a while... not reflecting much or even working on preserving anything that faces it. It is pretty much cracked...slightly shattered... and sitting in the corner of a dark room. I think you can hear Edgar Allen Poe mucking about drunk and yelling at birds somewhere in there.

But I'm working on it... duct tape and emotional super glue has been purchased in bulk.

ON a lighter note...

I witnessed my dog make new friends yesterday. He usually meets another and then tries to eat them. Well he met a new friend...tiny ... awkward looking with googly eyes...and yappy. The little thing immediately began face fucking him. Yes face fucking him. I first went to grab the dogs in fear the little yappy one was going to lose some genitalia but before I grasped the little one...I realized... he liked it. He really LIKED it.

It was like a really bizarre cereal commercial ...where mikey likes it but mikey is locked up in the back of a van and gagged. It was just so wrong. But a little voice in the back of my head made me tear up and gasp.... HE HAS A FRIEND. Face fucking or not... he had a friend.

I don't know if that says something about me or the dogs... but friends are good.

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