handshake

they know we dont know the difference between right and left.  they know that we use paper.  they think that were dirty.  like the dogs we like to have as pets.  we wipe and maybe we wash our hands but still we wiped rather than washed and we probably used our right hand because we dont know the difference.  eew, and then we always want to shake hands.  its just gross all around.  they cant wait until we fall and they dont have to ape our manners anymore with that bs handshaking hugging air kissing public touching stuff.  ug.  they think. 

but i dream bonobo dreams.

national geographic of course.  lions are mating.  the camera is to the side and below them, we see mostly their faces.  hes snarling ears back just exactly like hes going to kill something and shes all smug and full of it.  we took a goat to get serviced and he jumped and jabbed twice and she got that look on her face: filled up.  i watched her skin tone change on the way home in the back of the truck.  skin got more turgid, lips puffed up.  body melted and reset.  smell of billygoat drifting off her body.

snarling lion.  the shared pathways of violence and sex. 

the 7 deadly sins:

• 1 Lust
• 2 Gluttony
• 3 Greed
• 4 Sloth
• 5 Wrath
• 6 Envy
• 7 Pride

• one might imagine that they are listed in some kind of rank order but that cant be right, can it.

and must deal with this silly multiincidence of "rightness" referring to a direction, an angle, the opposite of wrongness, and a political philosophy.  in my world thats all it is, so when i use the word i can use it any of those ways and itll be "right."  in context.  and its worse than that.  write, rite.  stupid language.  like chang chang chang.