and thats why we argue

it was something that he would dread.

she would yell.

she would yell as he came through the front door.

she would yell as he was in the shower.

she would yell over dinner.

she would yell before bed.

and she would yell some more.

he never did like to yell. he figured she could yell enough for the both of them. besides, his head hurt when she did so. the veins on his temple felt weak and the muscles in his neck were always close to cramping up. his throat would rasp in the aftermath and there would be much spit to clean up. and that was never a good thing.

all he felt he could do was pray quietly that her lungs would give out before his ears did.

but little did he know...

that all she really wanted...

was for him to yell back.

09/08/07

whooooo!

this year is just chock-a-block full of cool dates eh?

i killed a cat

a white one.

not 10 minutes ago.

it ran out into the street from the bushes lining the east coast parkway.

and i squashed it beneath my driver's side front tyre.

i saw it roll around a little bit in the rear view mirror as i sped away at approximately 85 km/h in the center lane.

when i got home, i got out of the car and inspected the front wheel for some remnance of the life i just took.

there was none. no blood. no splatter. nothing. the journey back must have spun whatever might have ended up on the wheel away.

there was probably a smell, but i have a cold.

i don't know if i would have wanted to see or smell anything.

i just thought maybe there should have been more to a life than a 'thud' beneath a wheel.

there is none.

except these stupid words in cyberspace.

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they say animals can sense when you've killed one of their own. i'll let you know.