dogtimes news.

i met two different dogs last night. one was a blind caramelishery coloured husky. instead of her eyes glinting green or something in the dark, it was a milky gross colour! but a nice dog. her dogfriend was another dog, a german shep-lard born with her back legs paralized forever! she must have been a real badnasty rat in her last life or something, probz spread mad plagues. but she had a wheelie harness! DOGONWHEELS! and i touched her gimpy little back legs. they were skinny and flopped around and i was like, "well these are sure a coupla useless old things."

in chicago, where water's real expensive and they put nacholiquidcheezefoods on everything! OR RANCH.

red hash.

i came home and side three of beach house's teen dream was in the record player. on the record player? in sexual love with the record player.
jensen and i learned real good lots of things about it when we went to target hi-fi for a new needle. how to balance the arm, how it works, why our technics sl-1900 is a machine from the swamplusted heavens.
it's real old, like.
i came home and cecil was comfortably asleep on the sofa. i'm a megagaylord, but basically my life barometer is the happiness of our cat.
i miss denice and it's a warmgoodmiss. she's picking magic from gooseberry bushes far east of here, and jensen and i are biking down real big hills at one in the morning, and dave's talking magic near the river. magic i saw stream down a bearded face.
me and my antique birdlady. we won't ever die.

i was thinking i'll grow my eyebrows out. then i remembered i'm in a wedding pretty soon. you know?
so i'll listen to side three of teen dream while the tomatoes i bought from a farmer named rick, roast.