Hello again my special friend.
Remember my last time I was telling you my poor doggie? Well I thinking you would like to see him too? Here is my memory of him.
I like his floppy ear. His head look good with ears like his.
I like how he fetch me my balls.
I like he sit in my stomach and keep me warm.
I like when I say he make the bad wind, when me I make.
I like his soft head in my arm.
I like when he dreamed he jump and make the dog yodelling like some nasty chase him. But now he is dead, in my dream now I see him chase the ghost from my kneepit. In death he look over me. He can save me from the jungle demons.
I like his slobber.
Now he inside of me, he with me always.
But Pablo thinking maybe you get sad for me? I say NO! Never never feeling sad for Pablo. UNDERSTANDING ME PLEASE? So now I like show you why Pablo not sad any more.
Pablo find love in kneepit
She someone special, beautiful smile, eye, ear and toe. She very dirty. I find in the jungle, for she run from some bad life before. For many moons she not speak with Pablo. She spit my face and kick my head in. So I leave her potatoes every day and go walk alone with with my heart, my hope. And when I return I see she eat and fill up big strong again with my potatoes.
Now she find some kind of happiness in my kneepit I think. She not spit and beat me anymore. She find some life far away from crazy bad man jungle. Now she smile. And make Pablo feel warm inside her eyes.
Here, she can eat mash potatoes from my kneepit.
And with my dead dog she is no longer afraid.
Come back soon my friends.
Hello friends. My name is Pablo and I live in a small kneepit deep in the jungles of Chiapas. Here you I make the stories happy and sad and some other places inbetween. I hope you like! Welcome here in my kneepit!
- ▼ 2006 (20)