Sunday, August 13, 2006


White Mice Just that

I like white mice.There's something very spiritual about them. And also very human.It's like, all of humanity encompassed into thier furry little beings.It's like, purity,innocence.Reminds me of the soul.Also naivete and the cruelty of getting taken advantage of.It reminds me of everything, of the beginning,but never the end.I like white mice.A soft spot for them.Shunned by superstition and women.Most.It's not fair.The world should be fair to these mice.They make me think of little huddles of warmth,against the rain, and storm.When they curl into their protective balls,nothing can hurt them.I will make sure of it, if they can't do it themselves.White mice are sweet.Not like rats.They're smart too.Oh.Wait.And memories of Algernon come flooding back.Everyone misunderstands the white mouse.They are a needed race.Lab mice they call them, willingly bending to our will.Usually to tests on the nervous system.Sacrificing themselves so we,might, perhaps,learn something.They deserve better.They have lives too you know. I like white mice.If i could,i would save them all.They are a reflection to the world.At least, to me.


alone at 2:43 AM