Entry 37.
Not knowing exactly what to write first. So far we have rehomed six dogs fairly successfully, one would hope, but it's still a pandemic going on out there so I can' t really be sure.
The little pregnant dog never showed back up. I hope someone good and wonderful and enlightened found her and took her back home. She had two collars on and one of them was a bark collar. Someone else posted a pic of a dog the other day in my Facebook Messenger and they are supposed to be one of my Facebook friends but the message said they weren't so I assumed it was a hacker and I didn't answer it. Even if it wasn't, she knows I have more dogs than I can really handle and why was she posting that, so I could share it or did she just expect me to drop everything and run right out right then as soon as I saw the pic and get it out of the shelter? Like I have endless time and nothing to do? And no spiders to combat with my new discovery which I call carpet caulk, which is actually just sparkle fabric paint in the Multi flavor that I'm using to stop up the cracks between the carpet edge and the quarter round? And it's taking me awhile because I have to move furniture sometimes, to do this? I mean what did she really expect? There was no note or anything, just the picture of a dog that had been picked up close to where I live and taken to the shelter. Which was immediately suspicious to me because they don't usually send the animal control truck out here even though it's part of the service area, no one will really come, they're just not funded for it and I've called in fact two counties but no one ever comes.
It was probably a hacker.
Apocalypse. Original Greek translation: the removal or peeling off of the veil. It's not about some big death and destruction thing like in the stupid Hollywood movies that people let themselves get deluded and 'WAY too influenced by, whether they know it or not. Stupid movies need to be watched with filters and discretion anyway. All of them.
Apocalypse merely means you tell the truth about yourself and you might be having a sort of a nervous breakdown on Facebook or something or just showing your personal business well so what now at least people know what to say to you. Or not. Yay. Or maybe you actually helped someone with their very same problem as yours that they also have. By just being honest about it.
The other day I saw Roscoe drinking out of a baby pool.
The reason I make trash into art is, if you look at the inside of an envelope, you'll notice there are usually always different patterns on them. I'm talking about business envelopes, usually the kind with the little plastic windows in them. Well SOMEONE had to design that. And it's kind of interesting to see the different designs. So sometimes I use them in my collage art that I make and I hope somebody sees my work one day and says Hey, that's my envelope design that I did! Wow, someone appreciated it and used it in their art! Because I really think if you have an art career and get a job doing graphic design for a company and yoitu're designing their product packaging that goes onto the grocery shelves and then out into the world to be consumed and then just THROWN AWAY
well I just think that's kind of sad. Because that's SOMEONE'S ART, or SOMEONE'S DESIGN, that you're throwing away so blissfully into the landfill by which possibly poorer people have to live.
You know if people thought things through, ALL THE WAY through, they'd be thinking all the time and they would never even have much chance to get into some of the shitty things they get into. Wouldn't that be nice for them and probably for you too if you think about it, if you really think it through. Yes it would because the world would be a lot calmer and people wouldn't be running around like crazy idiots getting into things they shouldn't and making bad choices.
I went back and took a lot of stuff out of this entry because it wasn't very nice. I wish all the bad bad things would just go away and we'd wake up and it would be like they were never never there.
I think I should just go to bed now.
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