if he could talk he’d say: today i took a nap, nagged you to ‘give me the bacon’, chased a tennis ball, took a second nap, got my belly rubbed, barked at random things, gave you the puppy eyes to get my way, and ate a hearty dinner. what did you do? and if he had human hands he’d gesture na na na boo boo like a child.

if he could talk he’d say: today i took a nap, nagged you to ‘give me the bacon’, chased a tennis ball, took a second nap, got my belly rubbed, barked at random things, gave you the puppy eyes to get my way, and ate a hearty dinner. what did you do?

and if he had human hands he’d gesture na na na boo boo like a child.

he gives no fuck. couldn’t i just do the same?

he gives no fuck. couldn’t i just do the same?

.....fleeting moments and the daily grind.

from the city of wind, in a love-hate tango with nostalgia, doubts there'll ever be a point when common will not be relevant, revels in (eases) life's cherry pits, and fueled by words & beats.