Bite all humans! or my Chihuahua

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL

However much, a group of people's, dictated by their fads, customs and decrees, be programmed, to believe in transient and fallible worship, dictated to them by way of reactionary prompts, the force does not make truth.
 It is, a temporary elevation, one derives, from worshipping lesser degrees of God. Some outright worship in deflect God altogether, and worship those deity of decay, such as Ahriman and hosts, yet you will find the erection of countless gods and their mimics, who are nothing but gas and not even occupied memory. It is thus, important to (those who have followed the Khan of past) create an event with the multitudes, order that they may be resurrected as a god, in some respect, but one can not replace God on high, which be our motive in the first.
 Laughably, but predicable, we esteem ourselves, so to mimic the highest degree of thought one can muster. In doing so we either repeat the painful process of well repeat, Rowe find the flow through, the energy rift, on which to propel ourselves, to certain bliss. This is the choice, that always lie before US, as in the future, a projection.
 One can not look toward, nor at the past, to gain any insight towards the future, this physical knowledge stolen from girls who do parlor tricks, as their version, less understanding of the Karmic wheel, or a greased stripper pole, or capitalistic America..they be interchangeably one and the same.
 The same hillbilly that stood on his front porch with his shot gun in one hand and a KJB in the left  hand, not to long ago, in fact tonight, is the same recovering alcoholic on face book searching for hot Christian women, late in picking up Clozaril, twinkies and the latest version of GTA for his mentally ailed Son, for this I am certain.
 If I will not go neatly into one box, and yet Jump from one to the next, until the boxes resemble more spheres than squared on cardboard refuse marked radio active, then you will know what kind of Dog I am, and the method by which to appease me. It was not long ago I fell for the affections, by way of physical demand to a Chihuahua named Little Bear, by him simply insisting on himself, by barking in haste at every and any noise he heard, no woman has ever been able to do this, though they have worked their tainted craft, more than twice. Chihuahua didn't like me, I didn't like him, we both knew enough about humans, a rescue Dog, and a Drop out seem to have the same take, only it only takes a kick, or a slight of truth, as to how aggressors reacted to under size things when the doors are closed, or the posers are out. Flexing is for those who give a shit, as is posing, Little Bear and I are neat her, We both cast as much as we will to, to send out a message, get the Fuck back, or I will bit your malice ridden hands. People tend to learn better this way, queued by negatives and little to nothing more.  I held little bear in high esteem, ever since, due to the simple fact that he used the precise method that took me a life time to learn, bark if they are human, it will be easy to fill in the blanks later, if it doesn't come to tearing out their very ankles. it's not that we hate humans, as a collective force, but that we are forced to hate them, as a collective.

Barry Masteller, EPL founder



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