by 0009 » Thu Aug 31, 2023 9:34 am
to the squids on the trees,
rat hospital in a cat tractor with the alligators and their wives on their little bikes, pacing and dreaming for the blast yet to come, another hole to be left unburied, a day left to drown. hospital with a rat on a bike, begging for his cat brother to get him the latest pencil, the newest invention on the block. his brother said no for it was too powerful, for a little rat like him. this made the rat crave vengeance, and swear allegiance with the dogs to eradicate his vile brother's race. you eat and you eat and you eat and for what? you don't even feel full. it isn't very nourishing going away to the factory, your mother the gator, she smiles a little sadly as you watch the trains take her.. she works so hard for our family. i am so proud to be able to call her my mother please i beg you, don't eat the elephants, for their children will always remember and they will be sad. makes sense dude. no one eats trees around here, only the fathers do. i realized why it hurts the way it does now, it's familiar, but i never felt this sort of response. i guess, no one hears the whistle twice.. usually, but oh well. someone has to do it, right? absolutely! take care of the kids for me. i am so sorry for everything i did. not just you, to everyone else i have wronged. i understand why the thought of being able to cleanse one's sins, to free yourself of the guilt of whatever you've done, can be tempting. because the road of trudging towards being able to forgive yourself and forge a path of righting all the wrongs you've done.. it's such a daunting, almost seemingly.. impossible task. i don't know if i can do this. i didn't mean to do that. i had good intentions, for all of you. i think i did. i'd like to think i did. i'm sorry. i was always so selfish. it's one of those moments where you have to carry the same rock over that hill, again, and again, and again. and still there are those who choose to be kind to me. and still there are those who choose to guide me. to remain in my company. and still there is strength in those perceived as feeble. we have to trudge on, come on, we have no choice here. i'm sorry for everything i did.