Posted by cockeyed on July 26, 2005, at 2:37:37
In reply to Re: bothering to think, posted by sleepygirl on July 25, 2005, at 22:52:00
Sleepygirl, how can we know? Maybe like dogs it's just better to smell. But I know those bastards have got me racked...I'm dog-sitting.
They train us, not the other way around.
Okay, I'm a sucker for that look in their eyes. But they have their own agenda when they're with their kind of guys.
And I haven't a clue what that means. I've been trying to talk to swallows who've bogarted our garage beams. And now the monk parakeets.
They answer, it seems. So, what is thinking really about? 'specially when it goes askew?
tell, the truth I prefer song lyrics. And now I've forgotten why. Gonna have to write me a song to remind me why. Why do we sing, and try to make sense. A cheap rhyme: coincidence.
With a world that's a big blue zoo. Maybe thinking is our part of god. But I ain't got no clue. cockeyed.
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