July 3, 2006

• There was a night that I ran like I was swimming in deep back water, but quieter. When I ran past other dogs, dogs I knew, silhouettes now or just legged bushes of black, they looked hollow. Samson's eyes, ice-blue in the daylight, were white and reflective. I went by as if carried by a current, not feeling my feet grabbing at the wet wet grass.

  
  

  I was running why because I wanted to feel the air cool the gaps in my fur. The sky was that gray-blue it is when there are clouds out after dark. The houses bent over me and I curved around trees. Damn I'm a fast dog!

  
  

  It's so tiring to hear people talk. I hear everything they say, all at once. I mean, every time one of them opens their mouth, I hear them all talking, and hear everything they've all been saying for so long, and it's so much all the same thing, one long angry shrugging complaint. But I say: Hoooo! Hooooooo!

  
  

  You know how cheetahs run - how you never see their feet touch the ground? That's me, man - only when I run, my brain is circling my body at the same time - a hula hoop hooping around my head as I run like a hovercraft!

  
  

  I'm just in love with all this.

  
  

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  (DO'M)

  
  

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