Spam the Dog

In the mind of a dog named Spam

WW1

war

Daniel Johnston haiku

melodic maelstrom pouring art forth profusely ; his sky speaks in flame

Eve 1/8

Eve was still worrying about the possible magical abilities of her next door neighbour’s child.

Closet

He was right. There was something sinister in the closet. It was dark in there, the light never turned on. He hadn’t the heart to step inside and change the bulb.

Living in hell?

Living in hell? Love, light and misery. Fissure through, you! ...Like a Catherine-wheel What's a boy to do? The world is an eggshell, Where you, dream of waking...

wrapped up in the magnificent allure of the eye

growing up, s/he had been told that “the eyes were the windows to the soul” & as quickly as these things inevitably happen, s/he decided for her/himself that this “soul” thing

describit description

screen est vestis stares adversus referre fastidium tuum--- loquitur nisi ad te integer elit, quod autem dictum est, ideas, ut cum te fabulas narrare, nondum est ipsum suum &

error

“We are accidents, waiting, waiting, to happen” -from the song, “There There,” by Radiohead

Please Stop, And Listen

A teenager's struggles with a generous, yet UN- willing listener to her/his child's needs.

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