Spot Poem
Fritz the cat-style organ funked-out melody sending all of care-a-lot higher and higher and higher!
Moving To Green Meadow
"Mom, I just don't think I fit in here," exclaimed Fred Fox. They had just moved into Green Meadow from the big city of Metropolis. Fred and his mother had just unpacked the U-Haul, after three tiring hours of driving through the crazed interstate,...
Open Poetry
Andrew Jennings 5/26/2013 Bondage We will not die for a god like this, who creates mistakes that walk like this. I spit in his face who made me, and laugh as he obeys me. I have listened enough to your children, with their squeamish...
Crossing Realms
I figured it would be a usual night as I finished up my closing duties at the Shop N' Stop delicatessen. With my shift being 4-11, I was ready to go out and hit the Irish Pub for a beer or two. I was not expecting anything more than a little fuzz and...
Minding To Business
"Mr. A, I believe the answer to your so-called "problems" exist in my briefcase. Yes, a look inside would you care to have?" invited the rookie vulpine. With an eager nod, the young, newlywed Dalmatian agreed. Why not? Being married was tougher than...
Momma and Randall
Momma looked at her son and spoke, for the first time all day, stern, sad, and determined. "Randall, I am not going _anywhere_. This is _my_ home. I gave birth to you here, twenty-nine years ago, may God bless the memory of your Father Michael in...
Dogmorfmocion
"You tell me there's nothing wrong with my daughter except in her mind. You tell me an exorcism wouldn't do her any good!" Father Panda sat on the wooden stool, brows furrowed and large ears drooped. His attempts at conversing with Sam were not to...
Intrusive
Yes, there stood I, and there sat I, wrapped deep in fog and timothy, looking at THE BOY, now what do I see? Mountains of murder screaming to operate me. "What's wrong, Cujo?", a voice of recognition rings a small, blessed pound of mercy to...
Journal Entry, First Day
It's like being at a care bear kumbaya bonfire in the middle of care-a-lot, willing just enough to be there, except you're sobbing your eyes out because the emotional distress is horrible.
Untitled
I feel so out of the loop. All I ever wanted was to be a part of someone, to yiff with someone, to love with someone, to be healed by someone, because that was my dream, that was someone's dream, I believed. I spent my entire life in pursuit, placing...
With Grace
With grace muddied at my disposal from a god that I believe in with an emotion of fear does my life lie and experience is my greatest friend I would much rather fall on my own mistakes than be delivered by easy peace and easy favor from a much too...
From The Voice Of A Slaughter House Chicken
I am a number xy-785 my purpose is to be your dinner youtube presents me in obvious torture and pain the truth is not close help me help me I am dying I am being pecked to death I love it I love it I am dying I am dying you love watching me suffering...