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December 22, 2007

Flash Fiction Number 19 - I, Dog

I, DOG

I am thinking. Therefore I am. These are deep thoughts for a dog suddenly aware of being a dog.
My new thoughts run away from instincts and desire to please, to what the fuck am I thinking? When you left me, cold, outside all night, with no food, I learned to hate. Does your mind think like mine?
Now I just want to go back to the old dog, who always wants to see you. At least then I did not know what I did not know. Now I do not want to know the dog I know as I.

Posted by carl1236 at December 22, 2007 9:38 AM | Writing

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