Sunday, June 14, 2015

Howl at the Moon~

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL

She is so feckless, so stupid, so worthless, this Dog. I see in her, only want, as she expects the same as that Fearless Brother, or Father, or "fellow dog?"

 He would quite simply not BE, absent the barbaric penetration, a thrust, ironic. Do I then care for inequity, the very thing I fight against? I howl then, loudly, an exercise in futility, at the very Moon, which makes here so, synthetic a priori.~

SM~

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