. . . UGLY DOGS . . .
. . . I'm on Instagram-first mistake-I tap the spyglass-second mistake-and the endless scroll of wooing pitties and "seal puppies" manifests.
But, alas.
I have become jaded and petty.
These dogs just ain't cute enough.
I swipe down hard to clear the deck.
And a new crop of aspirants manifests.
Jesus! How ugly can you get?
I'm swiping down and down and down . . .
And somewhere in the Outside, beyond my nuke-proof blast walls, and my surveillance cameras, and my custom electronic warfare death labyrinth that destroys all comers, a great sad howling of many canine throats arises throughout the dusty land. For my Desire creates a terrible Sadness as I ruthlessly pursue a pernicious ideal of Canine Beauty, for the doggos can sense my sadistic rejection of them!
Oh, moralize not, ye Righteous, in my direction!
I live every day in a prison of my own cruel Discontent of Seeking ever higher and higher Dog Beauty. The Hell that I myself have constructed is all the curriculum I require.
Yes . . . I sense my Final Plunge . . . my Final Burning . . .
One last swipe . . .
. . .down!
