today the cleaning ladies came & spoke to my dog. ozileth & her pretty sister, daughter, accomplice. francis jumped & pawed at the air by their knees & they responded in spanish, probably saying good dog, possibly saying mongrel. he wagged his tail a lot & slobbered a little. they kept it up. good dog. mongrel maybe. we took a nap in my room while they ran the vacuum & he slept in fright. i heard that dog hell is the devil running the sweeper ceaselessly. we took a walk later. he panted & whined once we reached the 2 block mark. i dragged him home & called him a little bitch. he passed out mid pounce when we reached the front door. he is a special, narcoleptic pup. tonight i will sleep in his room with him. he will sleep on my head so he has easy access to my hair, when he has to pee, when he has to pull at it to wake me. sometimes i will smoke a cigarette with him at 3am on the front lawn. sometimes i will sleepwalk. he'll wake up at 7am, demand a walk & food, shit his pants approximately 6 minutes after intake. the cleaning ladies wont come tomorrow. ill have to speak to him in regular english. good dog, mongrel sometimes. he thinks everything means he is cute. there's no other sentence that has the urgency for further translation. he is cute in czech, cute in german, cute in lisp from the girl across the street. he lets me clean up his cute diarrhea round the clock & thinks it's an honor. get on yr knees, you two-legged amazon beast, im fucking cute.
my parents are coming back from vacation today. vacation in new england. how awfully quaint. i want one of them to take me on a date to the movies tonight. im feeling cooped up & my sister would rather allot me a henhouse in the backyard than take me anywhere. she thinks i make her life impossibly hard. if the dog pees on her sheets, essentially i peed on her sheets. if she's late for work, elizabeth made her late for work. if i ate her sticky bun, well i should just go to hell. she's charming really, i wish you could meet her. you know how they say aw shucks lighten up. you cant say that to her. she doesnt respond to it. she doesnt understand what it means. i think you'd have to set her on fire in order to get any results.
i flirted with my neighbor in the yard last night. he kind of looks like a vampire. that's really acceptable to me. he surfs, which i dont know, is that lame. he asked me if i was in school & i was so dang snarky. i said, well seeing as it is the summer. i was avoiding saying truth be told, new friend, im inequipped to go to school. i quit school awhile ago & dont never plan on going back. what are my plans? to live in space, on the ring of the big planet. to watch earth be a fool of itself from my untouched satellite in the sky. to eat heat from the stars & to copulate with gods. all the time. & with angels that have black hair that dont have wings cos that's queer. theyre just angels cos theyre not on earth with you, theyre there with me. if you bite my neck right now though, we can forget i said all that & find a quiet sucking place in the woods.
he went home but told me his name was kyle.