Writing exercise 1

I want to write about animals, about the people who subjugate their
lives and their emotions to animals. Those people, those clutch of
self-righteous barbour-wearing zealots who inhabit the high street on
Saturday mornings with their wallpaper pasting table adorned with the
most gratuitous posters of eviscerated foxes and monkeys with their
brains wired up. I want to talk about how I can't identify with how
they seem oblivious to the fact that their noises, visual and
otherwise, just seem like so much guilt transference. As if , guilty of
not being able to sustain any kind of quality human interaction they
foist their simplistic self self self onto the plight of creatures who
won't ever turn around and betray the zealots by asking impertinent
questions, all questions seeming impertinent to these
species-luddites.

And how these animal lovers reward us with their arguments, that
nothing justifies anything ever, because they believe one thing so
strongly that there can be no arguments no justifications no compromise
no complexity. It comes down to this , that the more impossible their
redemption through the rights of animals, the more they will seek the
honeyed haven of disenfranchisement from society, and bleat amongst
themselves.

To see a typical animal guilt person in action, try their charity
shops. The earnest vapid eyes staring out of a raw face, that views
each customer as a perpetrator of some undisclosed carnage, the teenage
offspring sullenly perusing a leaflet on how they kill papuan rainfrogs
to supply the fake eyelashes used by pantomime dames. The badly made
hippy jewelry whose silver is half-poisonous lead, in abundance over
clothes that had their thin reign in colour washed out several years
ago. The smell of the shop's flotsam stock, the clothes of the
deceased, did they die of bland taste, these people? Carrion trade for
carrion zealots, feeding endlessly on death and life and death again
and life again, and not having any part of their own, not finding a
residence of being with humans, nor with animals, nor with how the
world works, for good or bad.

I want to talk about animals, but these people will only ever accept
some of my words. I rest my case.