sniffs duck shit, races up and down the bank between us.
ecstasy on his furry little face. That expression encapsulates everything we lose
when we get all fucked up and adult and fat and sedentary and miserable.
How much addiction and dysfunction do we generate looking for this feeling,
even if we're not entirely aware that's what we're doing?
Be like unto the Felix and remember the pleasures that await us inside our own skin.