Thank you, and good night. I am done, you idiots are just too fucking stupid to even realize you do not know how to wipe your own asses. Sit in your shit and call it roses, fucking idiots.
About 21 years ago I sat down to write a little short about something, and it just was not there, but now it makes a little more sense. I will dust off this little bit and publish it here, and see if it doesn't make a few people think. Of course this will be the edited version, and I hope I don't taint it to much, but I will do my best not to let the now enter the past. Look for it to hit the blog near the end of the week, around Friday.
I was working on a project, I had tentatively titled "Cooking With Arleta". Arleta for anyone that does not already know is my wife, and she is a passionate and superb cook. This was supposed to be a collaboration between us, incorporating some of my style with mostly her style, with me writing it, as I happen to write often. I was hoping this project would go quickly and I would have it done by this Spring, but while I feel that this should be easily accomplished, it most likely will not be this year. Therefore I will be writing another book instead, one that also has been waiting in the wings, although I can not at this time provide any reasonable time table, as it is only in rough draft. I will provide more when more is known, thank you for your patients and attention. JD
Dogs in a Box The dogs, the dogs, They live in a box, Where they are fed. The dogs, the dogs, They beg, they beg, To go, to go outside. Outside, outside Where they run away, In their heads, they run. They run, they run, away, Tethered to their box. Inside, inside, inside their box, They sleep, they eat, and dream. Inside the box, they are running free, In their heads they are running free. One day they will get away, One day they will run free. One day they will run through fields. And I will put them in their box. One last time. Dec 5, 2021 James E. Doud
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