Rant: Using dog’s bark as a muse.

Ah, here we go again. Barking talk.

I want to go outside. I don’t know if I can stand the barking, however. Ahh, I’d like to inhale, the post rain fresh air. (Inner talk)

My dog: “Bark, bark.”

Okay, I can feel my jaw clenching a bit. What about going outside and getting angry and drawing the angry passage of the article. “That’s a brilliant idea!” an artist right there. “The authenticity would just spray out of me.”

Wearing clothes, patting myself for the big brian and going outside. “He is not barking?” felt uncertain for a bit. “There he goes!”

I sat near him and felt how It pumps me each time he does it. “Okey now lets draw.” Putting the headphones on and listening to the recording, I wanted to draw from.

My dog again: “Bark, bark.”

“I am not going with you anywhere now! I want to draw first.” talking to him, like he understands. Staring at the empty paper and noticing the energy within me. I could power a power-plant with it. Then it dawn on me. “Maybe this wasn’t the best idea.”

“Okay, what is my need here, I want silence, right? How can I fulfill it? I can move to the front, more away from him,” just brilliance, again.

Took the chair and glanced how the dog looked at me: ”He is going with me, he is doing it!” starting to bark even more louder.

Me: “I ain’t going anywhere with you!” (See some slang, I though, I would use it since, the rest of the grammar is perfect to balance it a bit.)

“Here we go,” opening the chair to sit. I could still hear him but its less. “Oh look, a water droplets slowly falling in front of me. That would calm me, for sure.”

“Bark bark”

“Ohh fuck you!” Lossing my shit again: ”It’s not working. I need to go inside.”

You may say: “Why you just don’t go with him first?” Me: “You’re just like him. You can leg-shake with him, but next time you would let somewhere poop, don’t ask me for help!”

After 20 minutes and empty paper, I decided to go back inside again.

“What went wrong it was great idea, getting pissed -> drawing pissed scenes.” Maybe, I just didn’t. commit enough.

You may wonder: “What’s the point of those rants?” Well there isn’t one and that’s the point. Sometimes I just want to rant about something not having a clear point to make.

These are more to rest your ever spinning, thinking mind and read something that you don’t need to put a lot of brain power into. And maybe put a smile on your face.

I named it; Rant. “The rest, for exhausted brains.”

Bye and take care,

Luke