her way to choir practice

(re: sufjan stevens - "will anybody ever love me?")

1. dogs are affection near-indiscriminate, are forces of love's nature. are string sections in motion, in shambles, in rough jagged clambering moments and inertias. dogs are pretty, dogs are beautiful, dogs are in+aspirational, dogs are cunty, dogs are fun, dogs are exhausting (in a good way), dogs are fur, dogs are teeth, dogs are puppy, dogs are alone, really. dogs are lonely. then you meet other dogs! some do. then dogs are spirals. sense loops. love begets love begets love begets tiredness reduced to the simple and material. non-consequence of embodiment. dogs are fighting and fucking and licking and smelling and throwing out the kindest of javelins it's just what we do. we bark we gnaw we teethe we whimper we wonder we see a few colors and need them on everything everywhere forever. i wish i knew where to find other dogs it's so lonely. it's so lonely sometimes. humans have this way of not needing you. or wanting you really. dogs get it. that this is all we have and trust is a patchwork principle against evil it's netting it's stars. we are for the ever and that's all there is. wish it more understood. we are joy cuz we are, and humans feel good cuz humans pretend like they're us.

2. humans are sad so sad they pick some of us cuz they pick on each other. have no one left to pick out so they pick us up. and insert waaaaaaaaaaaaves of oppression. that's all they know. projection and selection and hierarchy and rationalization. all they can do really. far be it from them to love. they pick the easiest to use. and the worst part is i want it. i hate the cold. i hate the hunt. i want a house, i want flesh, i want effortless satiety. want back somewhere. god left me so long