Oftentimes I feel that my cat,
with his eyes,
with his sober stare,
the look of depth in his bearing...
I feel that he knows.
I feel that he has a better handle on things
than I do.
I truly believe this.
I know that the dog does.
He has a better idea about life,
broken down into the simplest of forms.....
If you can't eat it or fuck it,
then piss on it,
and walk away.

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