Inside Doug's Head

I am not a number, I am… What's that stuff they make glue out of? I'm that. Forever swirling, forwards and upwards, but always sticky. Sometimes, a little sad.

Some might call it yin and yang, but I think a dinosaur trying to eat a monkey who is holding a gun is much more apt. At least the mental image that the notion conjures is jocular, and jocular is often droll.

Together, the monkey and the dinosaur symbolize the ever present mental struggle that goes on inside Doug’s head. The dinosaur wants to roar and growl at everything, either out of hunger or primal rage over broad social trends, and the monkey thinks flinging poop everywhere is the most highly developed form of sophisticated humor.

Believe me, there are times when the dinosaur comes very, very close to successfully devouring the monkey, usually on those days when the dinosaur realizes that his species is nearing extinction. Fortunately, the monkey has a gun, and a monkey with a gun is fairly evenly matched to a terrible lizard with big teeth and stubby arms. The monkey is never the aggressor; he serves only to balance out the despair and nihilism of the dinosaur.

And so goes the ceaseless effort to maintain a fragile balance of power. The monkey and the dinosaur. These are their stories, so don’t expect much in the way of literature.

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