"It's whose turn today?"       His jolting jaw swayed to the rhythm of the syllables. His whiskers were used to the rhythm and did find no big deal about the whole deal. But he could say that his eerie eyes were getting heavier every now and then that he could feel that one or two days, one of them would pop out. He knew that that was some jumpy jokes. He would chuckle over it whenever its rusty rays sweep across the boulevard of his thoughts. At most smiles, his jaw would quake and ache. He didn't mind. That should be the best feeling at that age. He was getting old. He wouldn't keep heading the pack forever. He couldn't help it. If he did try to force it, he might break or crush his will to live. He wouldn't do that. He did have only few years more to live. He could hear the crooning of death from the rear of taunted time. He was making himself ready for the great concert. His part and melody must not be

     "I've got a plan..."       He swigged a mouthful of flesh and looked at her. She was indifferent. She always was. She never gave a damn about him. He had no idea why. He probably had an idea but would keep feigning that he didn't. He wouldn't want any odds with his sister. But how about a sister who wanted odds with him? He had no idea what to think. He didn't want to create chaos, but if chaos was bound to be, he wouldn't be the one to stop it. He was never that kinda guy. He did have his own strengths and weaknesses. He wouldn't allow any pain seeped in the consciousness of others have the best part of him. He had been keeping his calm and would keep to it for as long as possible. That was the best thing he could do. He couldn't had just forced an opinion on her. She did have her own choice. As well as he. Each person's choice should be inflected or inspired by what did prick the interest of such. He ha

"Keep abreast what will happen" He watched his father's limbs swayed to a rhythm he could not fathom its origin. But he was sure what pulled the birth of such. The need to conquer. The need to win. The need to eat. Hunger. Appetizer. Whatever it might seem. He didn't care. He just loved seeing his father sway to jungle jive. It did lend him goosebumps. He was sure that his father was far from being hungry. They had eaten. Like even to stupor. They were just out there to game and catch fun. The pull to that was bewitching. He loved the impact of the apt atmosphere on his consciousness. He had never felt that in a very long. He kept his gaze on him as he charged after a pack of deers. He had no idea what he was up to. The four limbs were heaving sassy sighs as they hopped and found chemistry between their rage and the eerie Earth's. Then as he dragged by the running deers, he simply tossed the right one of the front limbs. It pushed the deer forward, marring the sanity of the sked