Roameen' my rooptarps

Whad ees the Wooman doeen' arn my roop?

Maybe I'll join hor...

Sormtimes I lorf hor.

My keengdarm ob blacktar roops an' cheemnees and satellite deeshes. My roop ees the seelber worn.

Can you heear me niao-iao-iao-iaoooooow?

Geeb a cad a breaghe

Art by Beence

Two harbies

Harbie Numero Uno: al fresco meelk-dreenkeen'...


Harbie Numero Dos: Sleepeen'...I am qui'e goo' dat thees one.

Cleeck

Cartoon, ahem. I mean the deeper pheelosopheecal eenner workeen's ob a cad's mine': Beence

My alleged libe: take two

Ow. My negh horts.

Whad ees the Wooman doeen'?

Deegeen' een hor leeder tray. I theenk I'll taghe a nab.

Nice paind jarb.

Why can' I focus arn these flowers?

So you see. She maghe me wear the camera an' I refuse to go anywhere. I yam a patiend cad. I can outlas' hor. Ad nighd I steell ron away to prowl the rooftarps. Thees stupeed camera has no nighd beesion.

Eef you wan' to see eensi'e my mine', pleease go to Beence's Blarg where he reeally captures my feeleen's. Yes, I mean, Si. I hab feeleen's.

My alleged libe

I wonder whad she weell do eef I bide hor anghle...

I yam geddeen' a steef negh loogheen' ad thees chair.

Fresh air! Brighd lighd!

Why does hor head always mess orp my peectures?

Hey. Whad happen'. Sormtheen' change' while I was oud. There ees a short arn the chair! Thees place ees a peegsty!

Whad a weegh

Eed was esshausteen'...Ebery nighd the Wooman came home an' was eghstra nice to me an' peeghed me orp an' said, I lorf you Estorbo. An' I said, Feed me, then we can cordle, OK? OK, she said.

The wherethere has been' goo' apar' frarm some rainy days, so ad nigh' I hab been bag arn the rooftarps honteen'-honteen' bod nard cadgeen' anytheen' yed. Bod I weell, I weell.

The Wooman has prarmeesed to plant por me some more drorgs, because she say I cannard ead the drargs we hab now because they hab preedy flowers. Porque? I say, thad ees the bes' par'! No, she say, we weell carmpromise (whad ees thad, ees beegword, I nebber wen' to school), and she weel onplant the stoopeed salad bar whad nobody eads an' plant some more goo' theengs thad cads an' people can ead. Lighe small cheeckens, I ask hopefully? She roll' hor eyes...Estorbo, she says, you hab a onetragh mine'. You can talgh, I say, Whad time ob day do you star' theenkeen' abou' deener? Eef you wor a cad you woul' maghe me loogh como un lighweighd! Are you sayeen' I yam fad, cad? she ask', dangerously.

I star' to wash behine' my ears... lalalalalaaaaaaaaaaaa.