the boys will understand

the boys will understand by Bogdan Dragos

one more scroll with
the thumb on the
screen
reveals an ad
with a message that
reads
YOUR DREAM COMING TRUE

He immediately
skips it

but the mind
dwells on it
a bit longer

Dream come true?

People should stop
associating 
the achievement of dreams
with happiness

It’s rarely, if ever, the same
thing

He repeats this to
himself and feels like
some philosopher or something
as he lies in bed
and takes his eyes
from the phone screen
to look across the room
at the desk where
his girlfriend plays some stupid
video game on the PC

She’s got headphones on
and the mic activated

She’s got it
all

Spiky
green hair, gothic makeup,
piercings in ears, nose, lips,
tongue, brow, navel, nipples,
socks with cat paws at the feet, a
six-pack of white Monster
by her side

and of course
attitude

“Aaah! I really, really hope your
first child fucking dies!” she
screams at the top of
her lungs
into the mic. Obviously addressing
some player in her game.
“Yeah! You heard me! I hope your
child fucking dies and you bury
it so I could go and
dig it the fuck up. Yeah! I’d
bring it home
and shit down its sorry little
throat and then inject my piss
into its little dick hole with a
syringe. And then I’d put a fucking
iron rod through its anus
and see it come out through
the mouth
and roast it like a fucking rotisserie
chicken with a flame torch,
and then film myself while I
fucking eat it!
I’d send you clips every day, fucker!
Every fucking day! You hear me!?”

Yep, that
attitude…

“Achieving your dreams
does not
necessarily bring
happiness,” he says
aloud from the
bed
but she doesn’t hear him

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27 June 2026 0

flower dog

flower dog by Bogdan Dragos

“It looks like…
A flower dog,” he said, looking
at it with ever
growing fascination

He didn’t know what
a ‘flower dog’ was
but those were the first words
that came to mind
as he beheld the thing

Others would’ve had
different
words for it

like
roadkill

He hit it with the
car this
night
and stopped to pick it up
and took it home

talking to it
along the way

He didn’t know what kind
of animal it was

only that it
was dead now

“I never was smart
when it came
to labeling things,” he said to
the flower dog
now lying on a
square
coffee table that was turned
upside down to
better contain all its scattered
bits and pieces

There was a
surprisingly small amount
of blood though

and a surprisingly large amount
of bone shards

“You are very weird, my
little friend. And I do not
know how you came to be.
I don’t know
a lot of things. But
I will tell you that if God ever
created a
flower dog
you’re it, hehe.”

in the darkness
the flower dog
looked up at him with
bloodshot eyes
that spoke of understanding
and even compassion

after all
it was in the presence of
someone equally
hard to understand
by the world

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14 June 2026 1

he’s all over the place

he’s all over the place by Bogdan Dragos

Something wasn’t right
about him

I mean,
the guy was way too rich
and privileged
to have missing teeth

yet his mouth
opened like some rusty dungeon
gate

Every time they tried
to fix his teeth
he’d break them again

intentionally

with the claw of
a hammer
or with a rock when a hammer
wasn’t available

What a lad

He kept all those
rotten vegetables and fruits
and meats under his bed
and in drawers
just to feel the smell of
death
about him

Death was everything
to him

His god

His world

So it’s small wonder that
he eventually
met his idol
or rather
gave himself to it

at age 22
he weighed no more
than a 12 year old
but had the wisdom of
a 62 year old who’d made it
in life

and that’s apparently where
the problem lies

when the mind knows too
much about too many things
it grows interested only
in the supreme thing

Death

and eventually the
body follows

“Dying in a dream is
always followed by
waking up,” he used to say. “For the
mind doesn’t know
what to render in the dream
afterwards and crashes. The dream
ends. Whether it’s a dream or
a nightmare.
Death is the way out.”

He got out, alright.

First out the window
and then

as his body hit the pavement
below

out of this dream

In this moment
he is all over the place

in my writings
first
and in the reader’s mind
second

But it should be fine
since I did not
share his name, right?

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