Right So Dog Imagery Dabi Is So Insane And I Tried To Look Up Dog Poems And All That Came Up Was Laika

right so dog imagery dabi is so insane and I tried to look up dog poems and all that came up was laika so yeah. ‘I know I will die but that is fine’ ‘she had so little time left to live’ ‘we kissed her nose and wished her bon voyage, knowing that she would not survive the flight’ ‘and they call me laika, but I'd just like to say that I was born little curly and I'll die with that name’ ‘the more time passes, the more I'm sorry about it. we shouldn't have done it... we did not learn enough from this mission to justify the death of the dog’ ‘surely they'll come to get me. surely they didn't love me all that time for this’ ‘I'm a halfway thing, more bullet than dog’ ‘laika to ground control I miss you. if you would come out here and pet me I swear to dog I'll be good, never bark again’ ‘what you’re about to do will live on forever even though you’ll be dead and gone’ ‘I took the collar off I’m holding my own leash and walking myself outside this door. I don’t think I want to be a good dog anymore’ oh I’m feeling SICK he was raised to die they don’t expect him to come home they both quite literally BURNED UP! even a parachute would’ve shown that they cared. but they don’t. don’t sink in me with your dog teeth don’t sink in me with your dog teeth don’t sink in me with your dog teeth

once again me and aiaia remain on a very weird niche radio wave yet our frequencies are perfectly matched like YOU GET IT i went through sooo many title ideas before settling on dog teeth for the touya wip and like yeah it's the ethel cain of it all but there's a REASON dog days is one of my top ethel songs ever like dog imagery, specifically teeth, is so so compelling to me and laika is just the beginning. like touya is so laika coded he's a failed experiment he's an uncomfortable tragedy he wasn't worth the progress he accomplished he's out of sight out of mind. but it's more than that. dogs as the ultimate symbol of obedience, of submission, yet existing at once as symbols of aggression. we took this wild animal and made it palatable to the point its predecessors would tear it to shreds. we took this wild animal and filed down the claws and pulled out the canines and told it to sit and be good. sit and be good and be silent. we kill them when they bite. they are a lesser creature begging at the dinner table for attention. you walk a fine line between god and animal, dont sink into me with your dog teeth. i get mean when im nervous like a bad dog. they are animals burdened with our own moral system that we forced on them but they are animals and i think the fascination i have with dog teeth as a theme specifically is that they are the proof of it. a dog can lick your hand and sit when told, it can be good, but inside its mouth are teeth made for tearing. even a good dog bites. even a good dog kills. sometimes they do it in an attempt to be good, placing a bloody carcass at your feet. a dead bird, neck snapped, teeth stained red. they do not understand our human horror. they dont know why we're shouting. you must learn to love, to love always and love entirely and to be wounded by nothing so much as the violence of your own love. you must learn to be confused but never disappointed by a deficiency of love. You must give up your children and not know why. you must lose yourself wholly in activity; you must never feel an itch that you do not scratch. you must learn how to wait at the foot of the bed and hope, silently, that somebody is drunk enough or lonely enough to invite you up, and you must learn not to show your excitement too much or overplay your hand. if you want to be a dog, you must learn to believe that you are not in fact a dog at all. we forced upon them a language of love and never taught them fluency. they stutter over too-sharp teeth and mispronounce old instincts. we made it so the only thing that mattered was if they were a good dog or not, anything else was irrelevant. do not bite the hand that feeds you. do not question the person that owns you. and the tools that are the very essence of the real animal are pulled out. i will remove all my teeth because i want to remain kind despite my anger. spitting love past bloody gums, never ever getting enough to be sated.