you know how you ask your kids if they wanna have farfalla or bowtie macaroni and they just yell, and you act frustrated and exhale in a huff. that’s what the world is like where the wolf that hunted the three pigs came from. none of the wolves set out to hunt pigs, they were targeted because they were different and had stability no matter what we said. we huffed and puffed not outta jealousy, but because we keep our animal side alive. even though it’s at a oldfolks home, yeah our animal carnage salt and peppered secret we saved for a rainy day is held back by our generosity, humility and general good person kindly smiles and hugs and how are yous side. now we’re wolves that eat greens not as a choice, but because we ought to. then again, i’m an old grampy toothless wolf that got paid to rampage when he was younger. i was a freak wolf. i was a your typical wolf in a pack of other paid actor wolves, yeah we covered all the stereotypes, but i always wanted to be more like the piggies. they had their shit figured out, and us bullies had to come out now and then to push em around. turns out, in the long run nobody sees until we’re too blind, it made them smarter, not stronger. and us wolves in wolf county, we don’t know what that means, i didn’t know what it means. when you’re in a pack, you don’t speak for others unless you know it’s your time. time to go, time to talk, nobody really cares. so for me, i couldn’t hide respectin’ pigs lives no more. it meant i had nothing left to hide.
and in any world, when you got nothing left to hide is very different from you’re keeping something. wolves, pigs, if there’s nothing worth hiding, even if it’s quiet respect for the enemy, is when you turn into a real dangerous creature. old wolves and pigs gotta be kept away cause they know it. and pups and piglets say the freakiest things. maybe they was so dangerous from old age, it carried over. so we have this story the tells you to be wary of wolves at all times cause the pigs were the ones paying for the actors am i right?! aaah, i’m just filling in for an old buddy that used to write good stories. he stopped and started writing about personal things. you lose writing props when you bitch, look at my missing teeth, it’s all about the angles. they weren’t missing at all. it’s my first day and i learned killing has different meanings.
so my buddy, hugh, proprietor of this here blog was on multiple soul searches and spiritual journeys and all that sabbatical stuff, he was an old prodigy that learned the game late, didn’t want to play, and was forced to show us why he hated the game. sounds like torture but he had to see it for himself. he wasn’t a pig, wasn’t a wolf, wasn’t a lion or a bear. he was nothing. didn’t even have a real name anymore. samurai type of lifestyle, but still going to the gym and reading about soylent greens when he’s working. he was just some guy, that said alot of effin’ words, lots! but he ended up using his what little he thought of his existence on this plane, and kinda blew it up in our faces. trust when i say, ya had to be there. this guy, that nobody left alive would say a few words for, drew a tear. he’s still alive but a little less than he’d like you to believe because, his words, “kidness doesn’t fucking need an explanation, what fucking year is this! let me get the fucking door ma’am!” he was a 31 year old child with a walking cane. at first, in flattery, then for fun, and last as a kindness.
he knew too early that the show must go on. but why the cast and crew started mixing up and even forgetting all the queues these days… well he chuckled. that’s when i saw his real face. don’t forget the solar eclipse this month, one of us is going home, and one of us is going in. let’s just say the mind over matter stuff is getting sexy hot when you got alotta free time. AND IT SEEMS TALKING OUTTA YOUR BUTT ABOUT OBSCURE SHITE IS JUST A THING WITH THESE LAPTOPS. leave hugh alone, better yet, let him move along as usual. he’s starting to like it. i dunno, i think he’s a more adept learner than i thought. he ain’t the quiet one, he beat up an octupus once and sang love songs as funeral marches. why? he says he doesn’t know, just bits and peaces. some said the trick was to not care, but i dunno i’m just mumbling alot of things and waiting for this song to end, cause i was trying to write to the feel of the song and all i got were obscure catchphrases. well they’re not catchy, but they loop like songs usually do. okay, i’m also light-headed because i did some whip-its. who’s talking anyway?