| Lassie
Eats Chickens
Between the takes, Lassie decides to let her dog out. It's
the part of her the public never sees. There's something in
the early spring air and this farm shoot that has her whiskers in
an uproar. If the moon was up, she would howl. Instead, she lets
her hair down. She chases her tail for the hell of it, tires, and
pees on a tree. Suddenly, she kicks up some dust, plops on her back
and grovels in it, all four paws dancing skyward. Then just as suddenly
stops, sits right side up, lifts her hind leg quarter, and delicately
licks her vagina. Just now, she picks up the scent trail of a male
hottie -- Collie Cock-- but it is fleeting and she growls
to herself, "There's never a hard bone around when you
need one." She sniffs a foreign turd to get her mind off of
it-- doesn't work. Frustrated she pounces on a bunch
of nearby chickens, catches one by the neck, shakes it violently
till death, and begins to chow down -- fuck the feathers. In
the foreground a stagehand or trainer (whatever) is screaming his
disapproval. Lassie just licks her bloodied chops and barks like
the heated bitch that she is. It's the first time in a long
time she feels like herself; Mongrel. Yes, she likes the sound
of that, the way it rolls off her panting tongue. No movie stars
here, just a pampered stray desperately in want of the open wild.
"If you're looking for those dainty little things,
sugar these ain't them."
-- Madam commenting on the sparse selection of remaining
fillies for her late night John.
Love Hurts
Spare me your roses
But bring forth your thorns and let
Me bleed my way home (feelings)
Can
I count the ways
I've murdered you in my mind
NO -- Far too many
Hollywood Red Skin
White man comes to build
Brings guns and firewater
We deserve to die
Strip Club
There she levitates
Constricts and sheds no new skin
Her eyes shine like coins
Extinction Cost
The poor buffalo
Paid an ungodly amount
For roaming charges |
