Friday, August 7, 2009
Let's go to the zoo
I went out last night to have a little fun. I had a little fun and now I am done with it. I have lived in captivity for the past four years and semi-captivity for years before that. People stop by and venture inside my cage. If I don't want you in there you won't be let in. I am friendly. I don't bite but do NOT push me to come outside my element. Have you ever watched a cat the first time he goes outside? He makes his body as low as possible. He makes small movements, stops, looks and then runs back inside. Is it wrong or weird to want to stay home? Do Robert and I have to go away for a weekend and be alone together? Ewwww. Shut the hell up. I don't need any fucking busy bodies telling me it would be good for me to get out. If I want to go out, if I want to go away, I will. I just don't like being put in the position of having to tell someone to that if they don't get off my back I will remove their eyes with a fish hook. I don't understand your concern. Would I tell you to stay in your house. Don't go out. You'll have so much more fun looking through the bars on your cage. I may live in a cage but my door has been left open. I can come and go as I please. If it doesn't please you that I don't go out enough - I'm sure you already know my answer for that. It's starts with an F and ends with an F. Feel free to stop by the zoo and look at the female humanus. Don't poke at her. Don't imitate her sounds. You can feed her. You can talk to her. But if you don't want to get bit let her live her own life. NOT yours.
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