from the hood of the car i sprang myself up and away from the oncoming capybara - stuck between two frozen chocolate barrels of ltihium i somersaulted and spun, landing on my feet and scurrying, for i am in excellent condition. i recently stopped drinking and ive been excercizing somewhat maniacally.
the car was moving. i had the capybara on a leash, though not without reservation. a spool unwound in my wake. a satisfied customer put down his plate. he had licked it and licked till is hes belly was full and he toppled face down in his cake. i had done him a favor and the capybara nibbled the remains.
the capybara had a rounded snout and prickly brown fur. like cerrated grass. if you petted him in one direction, smooth, the other, bloody. he left a bleeding trail of heavy, red air behind him. a musky dew with a contemplative odor. a sentence in an otherwise abstract poem about misshapen natural disasters: lava flows skyward. hurricane Antithesis literally sweeping over land, putting house hands out of work, desperate, calling for revolution.
it became dark between a few blinks of the eye and after a few nods of the head i was rejuvinated and ready to continue along my path and if it werent for a bloated feeling in my chest, i may not have noticed that i was at the very bottom of a crater whose lip kissed the whole of the possibilities of gravity - upon its edge stood the capybara, unable to jump.
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