Time of darkness had come. Me and Kiva stick-walk'd down to the stream. We built us a fire an pretend'd to make competition to the curtain of stars shining down on us.
Kiva snuggl'd in her sheep hide while the starlight glisten'd off my sweat. T'was a long walk. All paths are long now. Walk'd a tad far in all these years, I be a'reckon.
Be purpose in life. I never found it. Just kinda dribbl'd along like the stream. Hope'n I've given value to my spirit, but never really know'n. Guess'n we ain't suppose to know.
Lots of mistakes. Lots of regrets. Life be full of 'em. Ain't ever known a person that didn't have a basket full of 'em. Some bigger. Some smaller. But always an anchor to the spirit.
Probably would'a been better if'n we had stay'd in the trees. Evolv'n has risks. Republicans still ain't extinct. One-track minds an all. Noth'n republic about 'em, I be think'n.
Kiva roll'd on her back and burp'd blue popsicle from supper. If'n I could harness the twitch'n of her whiskers, I wouldn't need lanterns.
Sally ask'd me who I want'd most to meet in Vallhala once I go's. Told her Adam and Eve. Kinda wants to see if they have navels. Do clones got navels, Kiva? Kiva?
Kiva was in fly'n-squirrel-snooz'n position. Ready for flight if'n she fart''d. Her tail was straight up'n the air, like a pole. She be a sweetie. Never seems to sleep in the same position. Wonder if that be normal? Don't know. But unique, I be guess'n.
Something, not quite normal, walks the desert. Can feel it in my bones. Always been kinda far back in the nogg'n. Now, closer. Almost a breath away. It be here!
Don't look at me like that, Kiva. You know better than to sleep on my lap when I had beans for dinner. Serves ya right. Lucky I didn't burn us down, what with the fire go'n.
Sally charged them Romney people, who arrived by bus, $100 a beer in her saloon. They yell'd at her that it was robbery! Sally told 'em, nah, 'tis unregulated Capitalism!
I reckon Sally would be a good President. She knows when to put a thumb in the suds to keep it contain'd. Boldest democrat I've ever known. Way too rare.
Blue Moon be a com'n soon. Gots my first smooch under a full moon. My last in the sun of summer. There ain't no bad moons in Kiva's life. That I knows of, anyway.
Poor persons casino. Powerball is run wrong. Hundreds-a-millions-a dollars for one winner. Insane. Instead, make it thousands a people winning hundreds. Buys a few groceries for hungry tummys.
Romney covets money as much as Hannibal Lecter covets body parts. Try'n to cloak a soul in greenbacks smothers its potential. In olden days people like Mitt were locked in the attic when guests were com'n. Romney's definitely off the porch and run'n amouk.
Well, Kiva, time to drag our bones to bed. Hope ya have lots of dream purrs little one.