Dog day, dog drifting

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This today, this dog day, this dog drifts in. He floats, super-heated by the heat, the hot air carries him and hovers there listlessly contemplating the hotness and the great graffiti shapes, the shapes of fire ships on the wall.

And this dog feels whole, this graffiti dog feels free from his former life stuck to a wall and now he too can contemplate the graffiti on the wall. His big chance, his big act of autonomy and freedom, free now he sees and looks at these things. He sees but what can he say, today of all days? This affliction of the empty bubble comes once again and he stops, hovers and says nothing.

What can spot say? Nothing.



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