Hot DOG.

 

I am a lover and advocate of animals.

 Pets especially.

 Cats and dogs I have a soft spot for. I was raised with dogs and I have lived with cats for the past twenty plus years. I adore them. To me, they are an addition to family, an added friend that gives unconditionally. Their personalities and characters are a joy to behold.

I have a burning hatred for people who abuse animals. Apart from hurting kids, to me, it is the most heinous act there is.

So when I see stories of animal abuse and neglect I get fired up.

In the USA a cat or dog is killed (euthanized is the softer term) every 11 seconds.

2.7 million Cats and dogs EACH year are killed because people are either stupid or just don’t care.

 It never ceases to amaze me that countries (and the people who live there) who call themselves civilized routinely do these things.

This brings me to perhaps an even more horrid act and that is the consumption of dogs in Asia, primarily, South Korea, China, Vietnam, Thailand and the Philippines.

Each year in South Korea alone there are approximately 1.2-2 Million dogs consumed.

There are hundreds of ‘farms’ in South Korea that are used specifically for the dog meat trade.

In the other areas mentioned they tend to target feral dogs more for food.

Either way our Western sensibilities are challenged when we here of these atrocities.

Do we not think that these animals experience fear and pain?

Some may say I am hypocritical as I eat the meat of pigs, cows etc. Yes I am.

But I guess when I look into the eyes of dogs and cats and I see love reflected back that differentiates it from being my dinner.

TDB.

Great Expectations
 

I won't ever live up to your expectations
I mean,
I created my own loftiness.
Making me 
feel high all of the time
Like
I
Have
Some
Special exception in life
I never expected God to create and organize such a beautiful world. 
It starts simple
But complexities gather. 
What people see is not what they get
I'm going through my own shit 
But
Let's
Still
Make this 
All about you
Be real with yourselves
Do you feel anymore? 
That's why I'm always under attack
They
They are jealous of my passion
Trying to react in a way 
That is based
On
What they watched all day
You are all not very good actors
You can't just pick
And choose
And attitude
For the day
Or scoop up an emotion that 
Looks
Like
It
Fits
Good
With
The 
Sitch
Shit
Like I said, I'll never live up to them. 
Don't expect me to 
Clean out everyone's mind
And 
rekindle their heart
With
Their
Soul
Think about it. .

-Sunny.

Solitude

 

Solitude is hard place to find. Walking down a road with your clothes getting soaked in the memory of every hand you will never hold. Looking for caves from the rain but loneliness unfortunately looks the same, just a matter of perspective and a change in mind. Took a long time before my bed didn’t feel like someone just left, and I should stay in my place in case they came back again. My insides feel ransacked as shit and I don’t think I could afford to buy trust so I live, intimacy one dollar at a time. Long distance lines written in txt msgs with women drowning in their own loneliness. They tell me that I listen and that I understand, they would hold me if they could, but wanting what you can’t have always makes the grass a little greener. I’m a running meter in a world full of free limos, tickets to a shit show, I glow in the dark but never brighter than a light bulb. Been looking for flames with these moth shoulder blades until I realized the fire’s inside. Solitude looks a lot like loneliness. It isn’t until you really start to focus on the things you love that it a comes together and you don’t feel so fucked. Tired of holding pillows, feeling bitter towards couples, happiness doesn’t discriminate as long as you invite it in. The other side of it is, sometimes you need time to yourself, like when I put the glass down. I’m always wanting a drink but I sink deeper into the feelings when I’m not floating in the liquor. I never understood people who said they don’t recognize the person in the mirror. I know that lonely muse sick fucker in a crowd of clones by the hunger pains growling in his irises. If I ever did anything for myself, it was drown in the ocean instead of looking for another boat. A relationship to save me instead of taking the time to tame the silence left behind, slay the impulses trying to hide everything I didn’t want to feel. Just want it all to disappear, David Copperfield.

 

I found a cave. It feels like pain in my muscles. Sore throat from running mantras on the microphone. Talking to people instead of trying to fuck women. I forgot what its like when I put my passion where my pen is. So conditioned to sacrifice it to someone else, constantly spending any spiritual wealth. But I started investing back in to me, finally took the whole bed, just gave me more room to dream.

-DCR