Visions of a Dog: Musings and Conversations

I feel like this is my dog’s vision.
I like it when the fog reminds me of a Nintendo 64 game.
There, I braided your hair.
Unhand me now, before I.
I want to get to the financial level where I can shout
unhand me, Dexter Deshawn!
In the flesh! Well,
some flesh, some chrome.
You know, I’m pretty sure there’s anointment for that.
You look like you’re a lot at parties.
I wouldn’t put your cigar that close to your crotch,
but that’s just me. Your sandwich is, um,
precarious, by the way.
Precarious Sandwich is the name of my punk band.
What happens if you sneeze?
I know I’m a criminal, but I keep my hands on the wheel.
10 and two all the time.
Straight edge Princess, please.
Straight edge Princess was my father.
So you, uh,
see any good theater lately?
I think, uh,
polyachi is, uh,
playing at the met.
Even this is better than that Australian breakdancer.
Say I wanted a drink named after me.
What I have to do, get the Nobel Peace Prize.
Never been better. Kirsten Dunst sure don’t look it.
Look, I know we’re talking about the heist of a lifetime,
but I really wish.
Can we just push the drink cup just a little bit closer?
This is just my OCD.
President Keith David. They didn’t recycle.
Oh no, there’s a spider in the room.
Hahaha, of course I’m kidding.
I have a complicated relationship with my father.
Shouldn’t Have worn loafers? Yeah.