Where is the COP in you? I do not mean cop. I mean COP! Bad It has changed since this writing. Look for another episode. Kill the dog infront of the boy is bigger crime than nature's smoke.
Nothing Better to do than COP?
Surrounded by four kiddie cops He politely asks: “Got your nametags on?” They circle and hound and cuff and insult with assault. He will not move as He has the forethought to avoid their intended provocation resulting in their laying of hands and charges of: assault on police officers. Shouts of failure to identify, resisting transportation, assault on police officers are interrupted with got him, asshole got him.
He is good and He knows that He is good and Socrates has bequeathed to He the future Christ-like tenderness of harm is bad and a good man can do no harm and He has done none. The watchdogs of society’s minimum wage for hauling butTt to the can are eager to repeat their efforts upon He.
“I will not move so no one will get hurt.” He is wise as good is wise. “Get in the car.” The littlest and youngest of cop flexes his vocal muscles of demand. The car is forgotten to be parked near for the arrest. The cop car door is closed. The other bowwow notices and he rushes to accommodate the arrest with proper placement of the sad smelly vehicle that is first in line of the four cop cars.
He plants his feet tight and stiff together as abrupt stopping of the clicking of “guestTtapo” heals in process of salute. The defiance of He is contagion of generalized hatred against He for the kiddie cops of minimum wages of society’s sin. Hands are tight also by He’s side as for the opponents’ misunderstanding of potential harm from He is not to be interpreted as injurious. The catatonic stance of He is well and proper and this demeanor protects He from the youth COP zeal. Spoiled children end uP^ as bad adults yet fine adults remain fine children and He is fine and these cops of average age of twenty-two want to fine, jail, and beat He.
It has been about a week of nights that the pack of stray dogs has been howling, yipping, barking, growling, and cooing. Rolling around male dog at male dog’s throat while the other dogs circle and watch in hypnotic chaos in the dim light of moon. The rear swollen bleeding bitch in heat is in central stance of revolving males. Shouts of “get”, flings of boots, boards, rocks, and any mystery item within immediate impulsive reach of grab for throwing, is of no avail yet these methods are tried repeatedly tried by this sleep depraved interrupted sleeper; it is necessarily so. It is necessarily so is a common saying of atheistic father. Still locked in painful union they both turn to growl at He. Frenzy and hysteria build in all but He. The whole pack as a collective fucking bitch side step in the circle moving in unison sustained motion with their eyes on He. He does nada. It is too late for her, the bleeding bitch. Next end of night with less sleep He is summoned with same sounds butTt closer. The dance is now in the glass walled porch. Sounds locked copulation are amplified. Waving his boot at the principal dancers’ bared-teethed heads, the retreat through the opening in the glass is without taking their eyes off He. Twenty feet of backward-walking locked-retreat they wrap around He’s Cypress sapling bending it over as it is used to wedge themselves’ genitalia apart so they may escape He’s advance by their running on four legs instead of eight. And they leave being uncoupled, unsheathed and still happy with their court intact. These thoughts dance through He’s head as He is surrounded now by the kiddie cops of recent brain-laundry.
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“I will not move so no one will get hurt.” He is wise as good is wise. “Get in the car.” The littlest and youngest of cop flexes his vocal muscles of demand. The car is forgotten to be parked near for the arrest. The cop car door is closed. The other bowwow notices and he rushes to accommodate the arrest with proper placement of the sad smelly vehicle that is first in line of the four cop cars.
He plants his feet tight and stiff together as abrupt stopping of the clicking of “guestTtapo” heals in process of salute. The defiance of He is contagion of generalized hatred against He for the kiddie cops of minimum wages of society’s sin. Hands are tight also by He’s side as for the opponents’ misunderstanding of potential harm from He is not to be interpreted as injurious. The catatonic stance of He is well and proper and this demeanor protects He from the youth COP zeal. Spoiled children end uP^ as bad adults yet fine adults remain fine children and He is fine and these cops of average age of twenty-two want to fine, jail, and beat He.
It has been about a week of nights that the pack of stray dogs has been howling, yipping, barking, growling, and cooing. Rolling around male dog at male dog’s throat while the other dogs circle and watch in hypnotic chaos in the dim light of moon. The rear swollen bleeding bitch in heat is in central stance of revolving males. Shouts of “get”, flings of boots, boards, rocks, and any mystery item within immediate impulsive reach of grab for throwing, is of no avail yet these methods are tried repeatedly tried by this sleep depraved interrupted sleeper; it is necessarily so. It is necessarily so is a common saying of atheistic father. Still locked in painful union they both turn to growl at He. Frenzy and hysteria build in all but He. The whole pack as a collective fucking bitch side step in the circle moving in unison sustained motion with their eyes on He. He does nada. It is too late for her, the bleeding bitch. Next end of night with less sleep He is summoned with same sounds butTt closer. The dance is now in the glass walled porch. Sounds locked copulation are amplified. Waving his boot at the principal dancers’ bared-teethed heads, the retreat through the opening in the glass is without taking their eyes off He. Twenty feet of backward-walking locked-retreat they wrap around He’s Cypress sapling bending it over as it is used to wedge themselves’ genitalia apart so they may escape He’s advance by their
As deafness, illness, and demonic forces close in around him, Ludwig van Beethoven must summon his faith and genius to complete the Missa Solemnis—a sacred masterpiece he believes could bring divine light into a darkening world.
