blow by blow
a few fleeting snippets. with the everwatchful birba, the best-looking bulldog this side of the neighbourhood.
24 October, 2007
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artist: captain oats
What I Believe
--I have been with you every day of my life. Tell me you know that.
-- Yes, I know it.
--You must also know that I shall be with you every day that is granted to me from now on. Every evening I shall sit down to dine with you. Not with my body, which is of no importance, but with my soul. Because this evening I have learned, my dear, that in this beautiful world of ours, all things are possible.
...dream within a dream...
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1 comment:
A few years back I was scouting around for a dog to buy, to try and fill the meaningless aching void at the hollow centre of my pathetic life.
Anyway, I did a fair bit of research, you know, trying to match the dog to my butch personality and to my tragic lifestyle. And then I discovered the bulldog. What I really, really liked about them was that, as well as apparently being very loyal and rather playful, they couldn't give a fuck about going for walks. If you want to go for one, they'll happily go with you. If you couldn't be arsed, they're just as happy having a night in.
Perfect!
Except, then I discovered that once a week you have to disinfect the folds of flesh around their mouths because otherwise they are extremely prone to fungal infections which thrive on the ageing, sticky saliva which gathers there.
I nearly threw-up on the spot.
I am still dogless. Maude had better be careful unless she fancies relocating to London. Well, it *is* the cultural capital of the whole world. Apparently.
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