1. Tuesday, November 12, 2002

    hi dog still tied to the railroad tracks. 

    hi tony, please save me.

    poochie, the stars were out last night did you see them?

    any time i saw a light i pissed on my tail scared that it was a train. they come so close.

    the stars were bright last night, cleansed by the rains that removed all the gunk of the stratosphere, blow dried by the santa anas, polished with the truth of the season, no longer disguised by the resin of halloween, twinkling where they belonged, where they should be, reliable as if they were anchored in their places. places everyone places. its not da plane, it’s the stars.

    please untie me from this track tony. im hungry.

    not until we have 60 pre-orders, puppy.

    woof those pre-orders.

    you lick your balls with that mouth, fluffy? we only have nine more to sell to get to sixty.

    51 people have bought books? thats incredible.

    i think 43 people bought books, a few people bought more than one so they can take advantage of the low price and give them as gifts.

    please save me, tony.

    a deal is a deal doggie. like the good stars i will always be there for you.

    what if im bad?

    are you a bad doggie?

    no.

    then you have nothing to be worried about. stars are never bad. theyre there for you every night through thick and thin. you can pray on them, you can wish on them. they dont need the cover of darkness to shine, indeed they love the night which is much different than darkness. they dont hide, they glitter.

    im going to die, arent i tony.

    we’re all going to die. but its how you go out.

    i dont want to die like a dog.

    then dont. live.

    i saw the stars last night, tony. i saw how a few of them together made something bigger.

    did you see how some made two big dips?

    please untie me. i’ll be your best friend.

    this is the last day to get the busblog book at the low low price of $10 + s/h, we have a deal my little one. what would i be if i backed out of a deal?

    a welch.

    who taught you that? thats not nice. bad doggie! matt is our friend.

    a friend tied me to these tracks. left me to die. left me to get hit by a train. only wanted me around when there was nothing else to do, but whenever there was excitement around, ignored me. dissed me. turned their back on me while hiding their shame.

    every dog has its day.

    dumbmonkey