11 July 2012
As her head fell into the nook of my neck, like a feather flowing to the earth. My eyes widen and my countenance
grew. How one could dismiss this sensation, baffles me. Without her I would be merely a grain among a rye field. Indeed nowadays, glowing embers never get to ignite. Strange, how the undulating thack against my chest, is now thought as crooked. Indeed people are the politicians of this life. However I yearn for a day, if any day can be fathomed, were I may yield a day with my fellow furry friends. However the haughty homosepians model no mercy at the hem of their whip; this has always been and despairingly always will. For among them not one bears any semblance to my beloved dog.
Cave Canem • Opuss № I