She's a sheep in wolf's clothing. You heard him whisper as his younger brother told him that his former girlfriend is flirting with him. The younger brother, more good-looking than the older one, kept his quiet. Probably, he likes the wolf a lot and the older one is still in love with the canine...
Wolves fascinate me. I could remember how I got fascinated with werewolves to the point that I viewed New Moon (to the disgust of my friend Helga) for the wolves in the flick are more graceful than the those from the old movies. And who would say that Wolverine is cold soup especially with Hugh Jackman playing the role?
I find sheep boring. They bleat too! They would live to be slaughtered later for their meat and fur. I remembered how Clarice Sterling divulged her nightmares to Hannibal Lecter and how she wanted to save even one sheep when they were brought to the slaughter area... so goes the genius of Thomas Harris via Silence of the Lambs...
I also remembered some of the world-class designers being booed and drenched with red paint during runway shows with their fur collection. There was also an ad campaign of those supermodels stripped to their baby skin with the caption : I'd rather go naked than wear fur. Then, the vegetarian trend surged and animal rights activists arrived in the scene telling us to stop patronizing meat. (Then Lady Gaga tipped the equilibrium again when she wore meat-like dress in the recent MTV awards, it made me have a sick smile.)
But going back to those wolves wearing sheep's fur... We could point some persons right? But we must also realize that in our closets, we could find sheep's clothing that we sometimes wear especially when the wolf in us would try to come out of the surface... The times when we put up a face even if we did something hideous like seducing a child to have sex in exchange for a mobile phone (17 is still a child). When go to cities an cheat on our wives and dismiss the one-night-stand as a normal thing "for the boys". when we get too drunk and blurt out painful words then have the liquor as the excuse of being tactless...
And we dislike facing such realities. We don't want to talk about similar topics. We dislike to have trysts in the dark to confront realities but we like secret trysts that would reveal the wolf's basic instinct in us - to devour, to kill, to mate, to feel powerful... We'd rather wear sheep's clothing than exposing the fatal fangs in our mouths.
But we really need some kind of an anchorage. That self-assessing person in us who would tell us when not to be a wolf who will devour the peace of others and the cosmos. We need the shepherd in us to use the staff in driving away the wolf; in beating the sheep who try to get astray and to tell us to keep quite when we consistently give our annoying bleats when we complain a lot.
Yet, the same with what I felt during the 80's when it was first released, Michael Jackson's "Thriller" still gives me that peculiar orgasmic feeling when he will be transformed into a wolf... and a certain calm occurs in the end part of the song when someone would narrate:
...for no mortal could resist, the EVIL of the Thriller..."
then,
MWA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
(art: kitchaiz.blogspot.com)
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