Designated Doodler

I yawn Parker barks Parker rings the bells I take him outside to pee He doesn't pee A human walks by Man? Woman? I can't tell. There is a ponytail and boobs. Woman in a hoodie. A car drives by. Parker barks. We go inside. I lay down Parker barks Parker rings the bells I take him outside to pee A silver car goes by The same ponytail human walks by Parker eats a clump of dirt We walk around A different silver car goes by The SAME ponytail hoodie human walks by Parker sniffs the ground He eats grass He chases a cricket A third silver car goes by THE SAME PONYTAIL HOODIE HUMAN WOMAN WALKS BY I wonder if she is a henchman for the illuminati Or a stray "man in black" I look for a portal or teleportation pad I find none Parker licks the ground Parker doesn't pee We go inside.

This is an ode to the valiant pretzel forever lost in the quicksands of Nutella a sticky brown delicious demise a sugary serenade of sweet suffocation as each cube of salt disintegrated slowly in the sinewy slime of the liquid solid darkness enveloped the crunchy carb as air bubbled out of the collapsing cavern and the struggling pretzel gave one final wave with it's disappearing arch.