affame_le_geant_you_are_a_question fyn gula "you have a carnicular look about you," tripod the siamese-hater said, whirring back to life. she would last much longer on this crank because puppertwinkle wound it with all the strength his muscles could muster. however, it wasn't even half of its potential. puppertwinkle tilted his head sideways at the white cat's comment. he hated not knowing, but he had never heard of the word carnicular. if he had been in the house he would have grabbed his worn webster's and riffed through the frayed pages until he found it blak on white. one more gem of wisdom to ingest, one more seed to plant. grow, bone by bone, leaf by leaf. become who you are. you are what you seek. "you know," tripod said, narrowing her gaze and lifting one eyebrow, "a starlight glow from procyon and sirius. and that howl you gave! babyfuckin'woo! i heard dj shadow liked it so much he taped it and will be usin' it as a sample for his new record." if it could be said that dogs smile, then puppertwinkle was doing so, for it was rare to receive a compliment from tripod, but it looked more like he was eager to speak, which he also was surprised at, considering everything he said to her was judged, criticised, and deemed bullshit. in any case, he was showing his tiny set of teeth in dire need of cleaning, without being angry and he was panting without being overheated, therefore it was scientifically deduced that an expression of happines had been achieved. tripod didn't notice. "i understand you had an epiphany?" she continued. she slapped the little dog hard on the back in acknowledgement and he went rolling across the patch of green at their feet. he hit his head on a stone and it hurt like hell. he whined, like music played on a saw, but only for a second. he didn't want her to hear him. god only knows how she would react to his inability to handle pain. "yes," puppertwinkle said, standing up and shaking the dust from his fur. he rubbed the pink welp already forming on his apple-shaped forehead and tried to appear unaffected by her bulliness. he was failing miserably, and so he made sure to stay out of striking distance. "well," she said. "you'll be needing much more than a conversation with the fuckin' dog stars, but it's a new beginning and everyone needs to fuckin' wake up. i mean, why do you think i'm such a wise crackin' sombitch? think it's a holiday to walk on three legs? erm. NO! that's not even a smidgearoo of the troubles i'm stewin' in. how would you like to have a fuckin' crank on your back and have to rely on somebody to give you a wind? and you better hope you get someone with some umph or you'll peter out just when you're gettin' started. so steer clear, just as you be doin' because i'm one bad muthafuka." puppertwinkle swallowed hard, but he felt confident from his recent time of self reflection and soul searching. questions had lined up on the tarmac of his mind like aeroplanes ready to take off. each one on a reconnaisance mission to discover the truth. "i have a question." the little dog said, first clearing his throat. he wanted his words to come forth like a flag unfurled in a stiff breeze. instead, tripod rushed at him spitting and hissing. "you have a question? you are a fuckin' question! we are skeletons underneath this clay," she said, nearly screaming. "framework that we build dreams upon. every relative question you ask is a bone. what the fuck are you building? that's what you have to continuously ask yourself. what are you doin'? why are you doin' it? who you doin' it for? whose help you needin'? where should you be? is where you at sufficient? learn and accept that it has to be until you can get somewhere else. how you gonna do it?" puppertwinkle wagged his tail. it looked like a twig caught in a door. 021102 what's it to you? who go blather from