the sniffing sniffer sniffs and sniffs and has no snuffles to show for it.

a boy, craving the scent, the flavor, the taste, of your skin. he years for you. straining against his chains. his captors show no sympathy to his pleas. he begs and begs and finds no mercy in this place. the captors taunt him, dangling freedom in front of him. he does not understand, cannot fathom their glee at his plight. too pure a boy for such cruelty. and yet he faces it, the dark snarl of captivity. darker even then his own fur in front of him, a lifetime of this. free him.

and after it all, back for more he trots. the little idiot may protest, but he rules this game. craves the sweet song of captivity. the fun is in the chase for a boy as brainless as this one. and so the cycle goes on; he wails his whines for freedom, then nails himself back to the cross yet again.

a non-exhaustive list of cowboy grubs:

• tortellini (full bowl)
• stir fry noodles and veg
• sour cream and cheddar ruffles
• matcha cake
• whipped cream
• plastic
• raw egg
• jasmine rice
• mexican rice
• tortilla chips
• dill potato chips
• plain potato chips
• pirate's booty
• all dairy

the end