Ten months into the year and I can still recall with amazing clarity the first day of January. As clear as a transparent fish on a crisp, cool day. But it's gone now. Relegated to the darkest parts of the attic. Forlorn and cobwebby. Waiting for someone to stumble upon it at some point in the future. Only to wake it up with a start and make it cry.
And post that day, life has hurled itself unto random quadrangles. With a casual disrespect towards its practitioners. With a purpose, it has disengaged the train off the tracks. Wiped the words off nervous lips. Refused you the right to sanity. Resulting in a stuttering chain of events, that could have been softly persuaded otherwise.
I struggle to move on. To suck an ice cream and say 'fuck it' or 'this too shall pass'. I try to adopt the characteristics of my favourite animal, the dog, to stay calm. Quiet and docile, with a practiced bored look. To eat only when hungry. To sleep without worrying about the flies. Fend off aggressors by baring fangs. To not let anyone into my territory. To not trust anything over a couple of feet in height. Especially with long hair.
But wag my tail and make a completely idiot of myself at the first signs of affection.
The dreams are back. And they are now getting strangely comic. Most end with me, feeding the midget with a jargon problem, to a herrick (hollow laughter throughout).
Pssst. A herrick doesn't exist in the real world. I made it up in my dream. It is a rather small, salamander like creature with a slender body and six legs. It has the face of a ferocious bull-terrier and long claws like no other creature known to man. Carnivorus. Extremely polite and aggressive. Their favourite food: Jargon rambling midgets who need a haircut.
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from the description it sounds like you've seen only the female of the species. the male is call a himrick, has seven legs (!), not quite so aggressive and doesn't eat on his own at all but is fed by the herrick - same diet ofcourse.
I was wondering what a herrick was hahah, fantastic imagination!
I like it - adopting the philosophy of your favourite animal. Their behaviour as a whole has to make some sense to make them survive as a species, so I guess it's very wise. If I'm not mistaken, that book called the Art of War uses animals too, as metaphors for distinct types of behaviour.
Was my last comment anonymous? I see my nickname there. Or did I misunderstand you?
Point taken bugger. You will see the change soon enough. Now tell me what do you think of my space here. and you sound sad still...wtf
dolphin - lol. that was a great rejoinder. maybe a little something about the little known himrick will find its way into this space.
devilmood - precisely devil. i guess if all of us, just for a second, thought of how animals look at the world, we'd be ashamed of ourselves. glad you enjoyed the post. yes, i know you devil and no, i don't know you devil. hence the anon.
narcolepsy - heh heh. sorry for making it public though. hope you act upon it sooner than later (post '98 lol). sad? no way. will stop over at your space again, in awhile.
what breed would you be? i've been trying to place it. one of those police dobermen i think. anyway.. i demand a relatively happy post.
creative...
thanks for stopping by
roark - nope. i should be one of 'em smiling dogs. and given the track record of my life, a smallish beagle it will be.
aditi - to you as well. and thank you.
enjoyed this as well...
a lennon compilation called 'shaved fish' having a track called #9 Dream which appears as the 10th track (out of context, but somwhere there)
on another note, really start thinking in terms of a book...really!
derrick
noun
1 a kind of crane with a movable pivoted arm for moving or lifting heavy weights, esp. on a ship.
2 the framework over an oil well or similar boring that holds the drilling machinery.
ORIGIN early 17th cent.(denoting a hangman, also the gallows): from Derrick, the surname of a hangman in London, England.
I have no idea why, but am thinking that you might be interested - especially in the etymology!
whats with u broken hearts? u don't pause and think about those whose hearts u broke? c'mon chum, you can do better than that!
but it makes good reading material, it always does!
I liked your imagination - herrick is a good pet to have in today's world - food in never a shortage :)
You've been tagged, even! See the post on my blog!
meraj - hmmm. lets drink over it. me back in a week. phishier than before.
gaizabonts - i am as a matter of fact. in a bottle of chivas while i am at it, even more.
skynbyrd - dont think i have, really. and yes, pain and words make good bed partners.
jolvin - tell me about it. have three candidates ready myself.
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