. bulwark...

   ****...

works better than

blitzkrieg...

     BULL-VARK...
etymology?
   oh... you imply
trans-species?

  a bull's barking...
don't like it?
change the *******
planet.

yes, oddly enough
i too know that bulls
don't bark...
god know how the words
was conjured!
magic! the only possible
conclusion, magic!

stiffening, isn't it?

get's all the crazies
predating all
the:

best before

staples

with

use by

           dating;
  go crazy...
**** it...

                           now is the part
where i: laugh.

WARK is also VARK,
as SHOO
is SZOO...
and CHAT
is CZAT...
      
  no, i', not too sure...
vark can also imply
the consuming effort of a...
        hushed bark...
a growl...
a grunting growl...
a snarl...
  a hybrid of the whole lot
of them...
            
it's not like you get to identify
a dog by a... woof!
stupid or something?
the variety of barking?

origins story:
wolves...
  wolves do not bark...
you think of a wolf
barking?
   i never think of a wolf
as ever being able to bark...
wolves don't bark,
mongrel pets bark...
wolves don't bark...
sure as **** what remains
of a wolf, in the format
of a canine bully worthy of
pit bulls...
tosa... dogo argentino -
such cuties...

        **** monster tashes
of fur, pweetie pweetie cuties...
sure as **** they, bite...
but?
how can you not love
a fila brasileiro?
    i just want to wrestle with
a mutt
of said example...
you know...
like bite into them...
with a ferocity
of a mincing machine?
        it's like my mouth is itching
with regards to what
my hands are up to!

i never think about
falling asleep in a harem...
i want a dog to wrestle
with...
****... excessive *****
just becomes boring;
give me a dog to wrestle!

Haar hoekkantoor
In elke straat
Elke gulsige kliënt
Ń vark, n vraat
Besig om haar naam te maak
Die vrou van dir nag
En haar eenmansaak

In die oggend skrop
Sy , staalwol
Skuur glad
Teen haar tenger
Figuur maar blou
Passie versier en
Versuur haar wese

Dis nie moord nie
Dis nie dood nie
Dis glad die reg nie
Dis sonde , ellende
Haar bedoelings
Was nooit sleg nie

Haar troos is min
Haar teespoed swaar
Haar siel verkoop sy
Vir ń appel en ń ui
Want wie kan ń prys
Op die liefde sit

Sy tel haar winste
In trane en seer
Die geld is ń bonus
Het sy beweer,
Want die vrou van
Die nag, kort ook ń soen
Sy werk vir liefde
En tot die oordeelsdag
Sal sy dit bly doen...

Haar hoekkantoor
In elke straat
Elke gulsige kliënt
Ń vark, n vraat
Besig om haar naam te maak
Die vrou van dir nag
En haar eenmansaak

In die oggend skrop
Sy , staalwol
Skuur glad
Teen haar tenger
Figuur maar blou
Passie versier en
Versuur haar wese

Dis nie moord nie
Dis nie dood nie
Dis glad die reg nie
Dis sonde , ellende
Haar bedoelings
Was nooit sleg nie

Haar troos is min
Haar teespoed swaar
Haar siel verkoop sy
Vir ń appel en ń ui
Want wie kan ń prys
Op die liefde sit

Sy tel haar winste
In trane en seer
Die geld is ń bonus
Het sy beweer,
Want die vrou van
Die nag, kort ook ń soen
Sy werk vir liefde
En tot die oordeelsdag
Sal sy dit bly doen...