Stray dog tales

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  • burtschips
    burtschips Posts: 734
    I guess it depends on your state of mind, if you're in the right state of mind, like Bob, then a bulldog can drive a truck...

    I been thinking about Bob. Maybe Bob is like an ice sculpture that has been taken out of the freezer and left in the sun. He is melting away and it is inevitable, out of his control, no way to stop it unless someone picks him up and puts him back in the freezer, but even then he will have lost his sculpted shape and he will be different. Part of him will be in the ether. But Bob melted away, at the end of the day.

    T, you remember the old man series, kind of reminds of that idea... the change in state, just before the end of the day;

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    and then gone. But happy wherever he may be, of course!
    Salut baloo
  • tchaliz
    tchaliz Posts: 37
    Beach wrote:
    Can a bulldog drive a truck?

    Burts is a wise man.
    I did not believe a bulldog could drive a truck until the day a truck driven by a bulldog run over me;
    I feel much better now; ;)
    T.
  • JOEJOEJOE
    JOEJOEJOE Posts: 10,829
    The year was 1978. The Rockabilly scene on Long Island was non-existent, so 3 you kids went overseas to seek their fame.

    Oops, wrong stray animal...sorry!
  • tchaliz
    tchaliz Posts: 37
    JOEJOEJOE wrote:
    The year was 1978. The Rockabilly scene on Long Island was non-existent, so 3 you kids went overseas to seek their fame.

    Oops, wrong stray animal...sorry!

    Yes I saw them in Paris... the Stray Cats!
    T.
  • DangDang
    DangDang Posts: 1,551
    Tchaliz,

    Too much TV = TV will become the kids' reality and parents will become something that can be turned on & off?
  • tchaliz
    tchaliz Posts: 37
    burtschips wrote:
    (...)
    T, you remember the old man series, kind of reminds of that idea... the change in state, just before the end of the day;
    and then gone. But happy wherever he may be, of course!

    Yes!
    i like the idea very much; i see two ways of melting, one is just disapearing, disintegrating, like death; the other is melting to become part of a larger universe, and this is how i felt looking for and end to TV KID, and why Bob, after some challenging experiences like being under the water and tied to the train rails finnaly "passed the audition" and reached his kid's universe, and is happy now!
    T
    keep on trucking...
  • skyeriverwinter
    skyeriverwinter Posts: 1,902
    I like your writing...wish you'd visit more often...takes me to a different plain...
  • tchaliz
    tchaliz Posts: 37
    edited December 2010
    An end for Little river that never frozes
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  • skyeriverwinter
    skyeriverwinter Posts: 1,902
    absolutely beautiful!!! :) a lovely ending although...he still has not found her so ... to be continued? ;)
  • acrossssSsssshittt
    acrossssSsssshittt Posts: 1,014
    tchaliz wrote:
    KIDS

    We are fairground people, that's what we do, brought up on the road, the woods, and wastelands.
    ... Spring came, with it's fresh flashy scents, and blew away the cosiness, the calm and the silence protecting my dream, ans she was gone.


    you tell the story and paint the picture so well... I especially dig the words above.. the opening just rocks... and the winter's calm and silence do tend to protect our dreams... and give them real life...

    thanks
  • tchaliz
    tchaliz Posts: 37
    Bye bye, I am not subscribing again, thanks to you and you for reading my stuff and sending your coments;
    Tchaliz

    "The story of life
    is quicker than the wink of an eye
    The story of love is hello and goodbye,
    until we meet again."
    Jimi Hendrix

    (I wish I could have said that;
    T)
  • rollings
    rollings unknown Posts: 7,127
    Not even one last final tale?
  • tchaliz
    tchaliz Posts: 37
    thanks for asking;

    BRIGHT LIGHTS BIG CITY
    The train was almost empty ; people always leave their jobs early on december 31th, they go home, dress up…there was only me and this girl in the wagon; younger than me, good looking not handsome but sweet, sweet expression on her face, she looked at me, smiled, showed me the crossword she was doing, and talked, to me: “can you figure out what this word could be?” she asked a about couple of other words, we talked for five minutes, it was funny; I wandered if she was a stray dog like me, but stray dogs, do not talk to strangers; then her cell phone rang, by the way she talked, she was a very social person. The train came into my station I stood up, slowly, closed my book, put in on my back pack, slowly buttoned up my coat, as I looked at her; she did not lift her eyes from the crosswords; yes, a very social person, not a stray dog; I existed for 5 minutes, and it felt good;

    Stray Dog Charles
    bye bye

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