the divergent impetus of meaning,
solidified in phonetics,
and not,
                      linguistics...

it's not exactly an alexander dumas
shelf-space of
narration,
   but my maine ****,
castrated, male,
                  has an uncanny
need to snuggle against my legs
before i allow my drinking
pathos
to give give him the fake...

   listen...
        it's like a husky dog...
     a maine **** is like a husky dog...
you really want it to
sleep at night,
   in the open...
  ******* or sadistic
   given the chance of being
attacked by
foxes?
           bonsai tingers...
versus...
          scavengers?!
   which is why fox hunting
is like shooting
                retards pretend to
mobilise wheelchairs
at a firing range...
       the ******* talking about?!

essex cats and the subsequently
local foxes made a, pact...
i've seen it...
                   cats are safe...

buggy...
          ever wonder what a down syndrome
curiosity looks like,
  peeping-tomming you
down to the raw, root, and
                                numbing seed?

but i took pity on the 9kg ******...
    mingled with it on the bed,
then allowed it to sprint onto
the roof...
               watched it sit on it
for a good 10min...

         synchro. hell...
        one word was uttered:

        szukaj!

                            and the thing moved!
the synchro. ******* of:
well...
       that wasn't anything close
to being innate...

  what's the meaning
of the word?
          glad you asked...
   i've had a Hadean impression
to work with,
   my feline cerberus...
  
              seek!

            search!

         synonym of:              find!

plus the night canvas...
can't help but
thrill yourself
with an egoism + a hard-on
that doesn't require
an outlet composed
        of female genitals.

there's an 'oops'
             involved in all of this?