Writing with a pug on my stomach

Happy Birthday. This one's for you and damn you have gotten older. How long has it been seen your last birthday? Three years or something? Well, once the sky clears up you won't have any problem getting power for your solar panels. Living completely off the grid was your goal, and you accomplished it.

You know I titled this, correct? Well, this pug here just kinda nudged his head into my stomach, to find a more comfortable placement. It was very human like.

Waxing and Waiting

I think the moon is just about half right now. Not that I just know that off hand, I had to look it up in one of those moon phase things, after searching those things are called a moon calendar. But what an I talking about the moon for? I haven't remembered a moon in weeks, and really I'm just saying that because I can't remember the last moon I remembered. From that calendar the moon's getting bigger. From time to time I wonder why the moon stops growing at full circle. Why doesn't it just keep on going? Astronomy doesn't interest me that much, you probably can tell, the earth was the dd but got totally wasted.

NIghtmares of confusion.

Waking in a cold sweat. The last thing I remember is pounding my fist to the ground while yelling, "mother fucker, mother fucker". This was after I somehow got away from them. Walking was an option, but it seemed no matter how many steps I took, at what ever pace I tried, I couldn't get away fast enough to shield everyone from the explosion. What I had done was expressing your emotion upon having your heart sink. Like two atoms fusing together, moments later separating in spectacular form. I just saw the girl I thought I was over, hug her arms around the shoulders of a man I wish I were.