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The Black Dog

The Black Dog doesn't come at you in a frenzied attack. It pads silently behind you and grabs you by the neck in a swift, paralysing manouvre. It drags you down till you lie motionless while your eyes stare blankly at the ceiling.

You feel that there is no escape, yet you do not want to escape. It feels so much better to just lie here and surrender. Your mind grinds to a halt, your body stops twitching. There are no thoughts, no present, no future. Just you and The Black Dog.

Occasionally you hear voices. Distant cries of someone trying to reach you. But you turn away because you know they will only take you from The Black Dog. Even when at first you were afraid of The Black Dog, now you perversely welcome it. Because it is so much easier when you disappear with The Black Dog.
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Maryam said…
Kere, are you as down as your blog entries make you out to be?
Cheer up, love.
And eh, I'm jealous. You're a better writer than I am. Damn you, putih dan pandai!!!!!!
Muahs.
28 April, 2006 03:32
Kere said…
Do you think I would write anything here when I'm happy? Life is too stressful at the moment... I can't see it resolving in the next few weeks. There's too many things to do and I'm tired of the whole game I have to play in this job. Hah, better writer?!? High praise indeed from the one and only Automatic Grammatizator Monkey. You are too kind.

The Black Dog is everywhere KJ, and it especially likes to eat little girls with flat tyres.
03 May, 2006 01:21
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