"Among all other sick tendencies my stepfather had was that he used to keep raccoon dogs he snatched from traps latched inside a walled in room in our barn. We used to sneak above them and watch them through the hole in the attic, they smelled like shit and the floor was full of their shit as they were starved and stressed to exhaustion.
Like that wasn’t enough that sick fuck stuck an angry little Jack Russell terrier in there too to fight with them. I always thought it was cruel and it made me hate that peace of shit even more than I did before.
I hated them both, him and the dog, I wished I could have stuck that dog up his ass and watch as it ate it’s way out of his body. But I was only twelve or thirteen or so and lacked the physical strength to do so and I was already broken by that age and couldn’t resist him anyway, so I had no choice but to suck up my morals and my pride and submit to another mental beating.
It taught me that morals are just loose concepts, contraptions of words and thoughts that give in when the push comes to shove, and that’s why I avoid people with raging and ranting morals and views and standards, because I know they are just people who have never seen how a Jack Russell terrier tears a raccoon dog apart. "
-Raccoon Dogs, from A Man Who Eats Fire-
The streets are burning
with fear and anxiety
television screens glare
ominously in the darkness
that our ignorance casts in the rooms.
We are all trapped inside
the closets of our own stupidity
convinced of our own insight
assured by our own wits.
We are so fucking clever
it makes me want to throw up.
Our streets are mad dogs
with dead eyes
and our whispers
are as quiet as bullhorns
on a snowy night.