Buried Alive

Man and his dog, a flash memoir by pisaquaririse
January 9, 2008, 1:48 am
Filed under: Earth companions, Grab a shovel

The other day, as I am helping my mother take down her Christmas decorations outside, I hear a distant angry voice–across the creek and up a long hill, the neighborhood that runs parallel behind.  It’s far enough away to make out very little of the houses but the sloping hill carries sound well enough.

A man and his dog.  The man in his best mighty voice is reprimanding the dog.  “Come here!  Get up here!”

“Now!  What are you doing?  GET UP HERE.”  RARRARAR I AM MASTER FETCH ME MY HUGE DICK FURBOT (you know, that kind of tone).

Then I hear it followed by a !*SMACK!*! and I can tell the dog has been hurt.

 I run to the edge of the yard, so upset I want to yell back at the man or go take the dog or both or take a branch to a certain someone.  (I hate the feel of violence in my hands, my impulsivity towards eye-for-an-eye.)

I did nothing.  Instead, I thought about what I’d like to do.  What I’d do next time.

Dumbass and his dog.  Dumbass, getting his meager masculinity-gasm for the day.  Dumbass-would-never-own-a-cat, something-sometimes-synonomous-with-“pussy” and, really, what could be lower? Dumbass hurt because dog won’t lick his balls for volunteering himself as dictator over everything the animal will ever come to know or love. 

Coercion lauded as “loyalty.”  

Bruises like “because I love you.”      

My heart goes out tonight to the dog who is only across the creek and up a hill.  A house, though faint, with its lights still on, where lives man and his dog.  I can see because of the sliding glass door I am looking through.  And the bell jar.

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Didn’t you know about the machete under the grass buried right before the creek begins and the lives start to end( metaphorically speaking)?

Fucktards… that neighborhood always has weird screaming…. karma will get them… they will be fetching a lot worse later for all the horrible shit they do to their innocent dogs… their time will come… and when it does… they will be eating a lot more than their measly needle dicks their dog can’t find

Comment by notalodge

Welcome sis! (hey everyone, that person I always talk about finally showed up)

Who buried our childhood machete?? I’ve been needing that…
“their measly needle dicks ”
now now, we don’t want to go around making any sizeist remarks about the all Powerful Stick-of-Life. ALL sticks are mighty and strong, make big *whoosh* sounds in the wind as they do their jolly swing and are as equally valuable to our hawt barefoot and pregnant status.
Don’t be an unappreciative lodge!

Comment by pisaquaririse

ha! good one

Comment by notalodge

Oh Pisaquaririse, you’re hilarious! 🙂 Your last comment was my second next freaking post! LOL Except I can’t finish it cuz I’m not feeling teh funny and it requires a delicate touch.

You are very good at this pointing-out-the-silliness business! 🙂

Comment by m Andrea

Isn’t it all just SILLY–I mean it’s not. It’s serious shit! But don’t you ever look at yourself/the world and just think “Who thought this shit up?”

My last comment never shows up (transgenderism thread, right?)!! What gives?

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