Ahwoo! (Puppy's howling.)

[Private Puppy]

In too many cases, things are nicer than they seem. A building, charming window panes, a nice garden, when inside, violence ensues nightly. A family, otherwise known as a group of people whom are biologically related, visiting their folks, when really one of them would rather be ripping out the other's throats. A child, too small to save his friend, yet large enough to feel the pain that if it had only happened later in life, if he had only been stronger, bigger, faster...he could have saved him.

This Pup too, feels rage.

When beaten by people whom feel no need for honor. Destroyed because his enemy held all the cards, and guarded all the doors, rather than because he lacked the skill to win.

You see, losing isn't bad, as long as your opponent could have lost as well.

Just as winning isn't good, unless your opponent could have also won.

The things that anger a pup, are the things he cannot stop. The things he has no say in, because the world has made it so.

Puppies aren't cruel, they aren't hateful or grudge bearing in nature. They simply want to be happy, and to help others be happy as well. Of course, some people just don't get it. ​

 

[Private Puppy]

Re: The rage of a Pup.

Sometimes though. Most times. The rage is gone.
Dormant, hidden, in a state of delicate hibernation.
Shatter the lines, and it'll crumble.
Breaking, tearing thrashing and slashing.
Pain and suffering, in vain the rage seeks to destroy.
Only itself, though the bodies keep falling.​

 

[Private Puppy]

Re: Take a gander at intellectual dander.

Tornadoes...cars...friends and chaos.
The pursuit of mindlessness.
To run from one's own thoughts.

Down the metallic road called insanity.
Frost, forming the walls, cold isolation.

It's a shame...the name of the game.
To lie and die without ever truly saying goodbye.
To fly, to cry.

How can one be right, when one knows nothing on the subject?
Intuition, empathy, unexplainable false excuses.

Jumbles of words and nothing more, thoughts form a river of nothing but themselves.
Thinking of themselves, to themselves, lest the world scold them for existence.

Objections are excuses? Lies are told by the loving? Truth only by those out to kill the one they tell it to?
In the buncha hoo ha.
Insanity exists.​

 

[Private Puppy]

Re: Take a gander at intellectual dander.

Being a wuss in conversation to save a "friendship" means you aren't friends.
Good things come through hard work, not from wimping out.
If two people can't come to willingly accept and understand one another, they don't know eachother, and can't be friends.
This is, of course, my opinion, and is probably insane or asshole-ish or exactly what makes me a dick in some eyes.

Not like it matters. Because I'll learn not to care eventually.
Don't take this to heart, because I'm an asshole, remember?

So what if I am? I'm happy with the friends I've earned through honesty, and understanding.

I'll happily accept it if you want to come off as a pathetic waste of life to me, and I /really/ won't care if you think less of me for it, since your opinion doesn't even matter enough to you to make it known.
It won't matter to anyone, if it doesn't matter to you.

Bleh. Naturally I don't even know why the fuck I'm posting this here.
Well...scratch that. I do.
It just seems pointless at times. I guess. Or something.