Bear Life

Bear for bear's sake can not be called art. Unless that is his name. The nose, the button eyes, the pose... what am I looking at? What does it mean? May the eye of the beholder decide what is best beholden and judge bear by bear as bear is beared. Keep nothing back. If you wonder whether there is a point to it... well keep wondering, it gives you something to do.  

The halo, though indistinct, floats above his head, his angelic smile melts your frantically frustrated heart. He is so sweet, so innocent, he could not possibly have anything to do with the chocolate stains on the couch or the broken plates hidden in the garden or the psuedo art work on your walls.

Just leave. Shut up. I can't think with all that racket. My fluff hurts to circumvent your large bladder of ignorance. I don't have a nice bone.. I just have fluff. Piss off and let this bear think.

A mask, a few fun slippers and fluff tied around the ears marred the reputation of koalas forever. Stanley, with no idea of the slander he was committing, hoped to scare the fluff out of the bunny below. He waited 'till the last second for his bestial roar, only to realise that maybe the tree had been too high, since he had to wait a minute or two.. Their fluff mingled and the strange tangle confused the autopsy results. A new beast was born: The Australian Drop Bear.

Nothing is wrong.. though my stuffing is wriggling. Nothing is good.. though I do like chocolate cake. Nobody likes me.. though I do have a lot of friends. Deep meaningful sighs escape this maudlin bear on his ho hum days.