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we are animals
we have forgotten how to move
how to breath
how to escape this cage of skin and bones and teeth
how to find release.

every year brings me closer to something.
i am starting to suspect that something might be death

i stare into your eyes and in moments of joy i know that our beats are measured in time

i cannot save you,
we are both rotting right here beside one another
our pampered indulged bloated bodies forgetting purpose;
housing brains and maybe souls
but failing to reach divinity.

we are animals
we live
we breath
we eat
we hope to grow
we die. all of us. we die.

German Red Peacock Cichlids

Finally got a picture that didnt glare his eyes out :)

I can remember when he could fit in the palm of my hand. I doubt he'll get much bigger then this though.

I dont know why that nine out of ten photo's with Thorne end up with him sticking his tongue out.

Elaine & I, October 2007

Mostly I just think if I were to die, I would like to come back as one of my own cats.