Wenderoth

I'm a cute little puppy in a Pound. Sometimes other customers are like people wandering through and not choosing me. Other times they're lie Pound employees, just getting done what they need to get done. Sometimes I think, Which one of you will take me home and train me to be good. Sometimes I think, Which one of you will put me to sleep.

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At bottom, they say: get more out of life. More what? If it's just more meat, more Coke, more sex, more images, more of everything...then the idea makes no sense. Or rather, it makes too much sense, neurotically overloading us with it. Sense is the ultimate event for us talkers. I know, but we're vivid there in it only when its brutality is humbe, unemcumbered, and free of greedy systems. (Joe Wenderoth, "Letters to Wendy's")