Dr. Dog
Be The Void

I haven't slept for thirty hours, jet lag is a nasty beast. Six indigent seventeen-year-old Belgian girls won't be sleeping in my house tonight, nasty beasts of frazzled parents.

All I can do is gulp down tea while listening to music that steers me away from suicide. You need a doctor in these cases, and even though I favor felines, one must agree that there's no better soothing remedy than Dr. Dog. Hell yes, I put on “These Days” and dive into this orgy of rosy, soft, milky flesh. Two were sisters, one was covered in freckles, another had a sensual skin breakout all over her face, an unmistakable sign of hormonal implosion. Their hair, shining with its own light, spread spiritual peace with the wind. The red of the sunset framed them like sacred icons. As I speak to them in English, half-bent on the other side of the fence, their soft R's seep into my primal urges. While I gaze at them as if in a dream, lulled by exhaustion, I see in their soft eyelids the desperate shadow in need of a caress, a shoulder to lean on. And maybe a cock to play with.

But even before my exhausted and incredulous dullness turns into a rapist frenzy, they realize this place is hostile to them, they are the witches, my astral queens who have torn my heart apart for barely ten minutes holding the thread of life, of the fresh power of an unrepeatable beauty, and with light steps, ever-changing, as they came, they leave, making compliments and imperceptible smiles at the corners of lips too small to be real. I don't know what they said later, not that it matters. They've turned their backs on me to return to the black hole from which they came. I love them and will never even know why in those moments, in those fractions of glances the time expanded, I won't know why they chose me to intoxicate me with their power. Perhaps I'm doomed, perhaps tonight they'll come to rip out my heart to eat it while it's still beating. Oh God, how I wish that would happen, it would mean I've managed to immerse myself in real sleep. 

Doctor, doctor, are you still there? WOFF WOFF! Oh, I was getting worried, should we continue with the therapy? Yes, put on “Do The Trick”, its bass and harmonies would even break into the little heart of the yeti. “That Old Black Hole”, yes doctor, the witches vanish sucked into the sixth dimension, the eyelids begin to grow heavy. There's nothing now that can disturb me, doctor, thank goodness you are here, doctor….Doctor...do you know you have a really nice leash? Doctor, I must introduce you... you know, a not bad Siberian kitten.. kiss-colored….

What do you say….doctor?…doctor…docZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz