fuck my wet ass

i really did take a walk today, i sware.

and what did you see?

many-a-thing.
the multiple colours that make up your soul, and the soul of people around you.   the rainbow of beauty, hate, lust, and passion, beautiful feelings that surround us all.
a bulldog howling.  it wanted to break out of its confinements and tear at my flesh.  
my initial reaction was as always, anger.  anger as to why this stupid dog things it has the right to bite me.  
of course, that second wave of intelligent thought hit me.
why DOES the dog think it can bite me?
and of course the answer hit me faster than the pain signals sent to my brain by the nerves in my hand.
it thinks no one understands it.
it thinks it has innocence by the few number of years it has.
it thinks it's glorious when it shows the number of knives lacerating in his mouth.
it's extremely lonely in that frightened head it lugs around.
pre-judgement, misunderstanding and human cooperation were all summed up in one latching of the jaw.
the most beautiful experience i have ever had, was being bitten by a dog.
i saw the saddest, darkest lady dragging herself down the street.
it seemed like she had to beg her heart to keep beating, though it wasn't her begging.
she seemed to appear from nowhere, though.  
i had never seen her before.
have you?
has anyone?
and an angry man, dispising his children, for looking the other way.  
this child, whimpered.
her first words.
"love me while you can."
and a group of people holding hands.
what was ironic was that why most people saw beauty, i saw power.
they had the power to change the world.
i saw imagination.
i saw a child drawing a picture, and showing it to his daddy, who wrote a beautiful song about it.
and it was the most beautiful and meaningful reward the child could receive.
and someone locked in a box.
crouched.
not moving.
they had the key, and that was the best part.
they knew they couldn't get out, because they were alone.  because no one told them they could.
i whispered a few words to the girl in the box, and she wriggled herself out of that predicament.
i had to walk away, though.
she seemed to ask me for coordinates, to where her life was heading.
i told her the future was fine and so was she.
it's fine to make mistakes, beautiful.
she just stood and stared.
no one told her brain how to process that.
she fell over, as if dead.
seized.
stood up.
put on the garb of a queen, and walked down the street with a gorgeous air.
i couldn't even remember her before, she was wonderfully rich now.
and a homeless man.
starving.
but still robust.
i asked him how.
and he told me i was beautiful and he loved me.
he said he could feel my love.
he said that was how he ate.
that one could really live off love.
no matter what the rest of the world says.
and a band who didn't play.
but had the best song there.
we all got to hear our favorite songs.
and a man sitting lonesome on a hill.
below some ancient trees.
his age seemed to pale in comparison with his fear.
his girl was sitting at the bottom.
asking him to come play.
but her beauty didn't move him.
and this bright, bright light.
that warmed me to the perfect temperature.
and the rest of the world.
perfectly, evenly.
it felt BEAUTIFUL.
and it reflected perfectly on the oceans around us all.