The Love Story

Questions among men are questions of fate; nonetheless, there are and there is: I looked out the window out onto a glossy background, and I was questionless. “Can a can can.” It’s all I remember saying to myself, thus I read books. About mostly cartoons.

So, a cat and a dog meet in heaven. One says to the other, the cat, “I love how your whiskers look Fred, but do you not see with them?” “I am in heaven as are all of my kin who I have and have not met. I see with them as I always have. But, Al Davis, as I look at your glossy tail, you are not a dog.” “Fate,” responded the cat. For this asexual cat as there is no reason to explain the longevity, I explain, I was reading the newspaper by now and my eyes were sweltering. It was a dog by his owner and a cat by his owner, and both sitting on a park bench. I’m high. Though, it amuses me. In the seat of the Texas heart or like they like to call it – Waco.

When I try to write a story, I get blurry because I used to much alliteration in college. Long story short I have a type of a mental disorder. This is my story. I am the man above the cat, the dog, and the owners of both. But I do not read, nor have I ever set foot in a loft except one of a lawyer’s office; however, my aunt. My aunt once said that you should listen to the music. What music? I assume anonymous like me. About the hilarious joke about the cat and dog -- animals only speak in heaven; an assumption of some religion I do not remember, however, there is more and more and more for me to talk about the cat and the dog. But I question nothing: a narration.

Education is boring like my favorite television show, or story, has said. If one were to take a mouse and compare it to a rat he or she would seem like a clown. Ants are among and are awesome. I could only say this: “Art my dear friend.” I cannot fathom. The pig goes “oink’ and the cow goes ‘moo’ is true alliteration, or altercation, when on one is looking above. I like to think that the stars have different lights than white; nevertheless, this may be the infamous song.

So suddenly a mouse or a rat came across the endowment that I foretell the park bench of Hades booming with thunder coming from the cat’s growl. Surprisingly the dog did not upset the cat; so, it must have been ordinally a city event for the two of them to be simply not upset. I see it now with my own eyes that the dog caught the mouse by the tail as I hear said often yet long ago, though it did not eat it for it liked the cat. I would guess.

All of woman and all of man, ‘black’ ‘white’ ‘Vietnamese’ there is no difference in hair in the fact that whoever one has one. This being a head, which doesn’t come without its brain. A question, the question, does the brain and thus its head come with its own nerves like, for instance, a car comes with shocks? I question authority of the paper in the matter that all is good; or all is bad. I have an opinion. The difference in a cat and a dog is simply size. One is brittle and domain while the other is soft and not a feline. Humorous, it’s just tall and short, but I say these brittle notes of music, unknown, with doubt, oddly. This is the end, and sorry I say my story only once for it is I who is I who tells this story about myself. It was all about a game or application or whatever.