Ephemera

Specifications for the Zoocosmologica Deck: Please find as follows the specifications for the Zoocosmologica Deck, with notes on the significant imagery and suggestions for stylistic direction.

A Letter of Complaints: The model 21-21 is, with the stark exception of three enormous flaws, utterly astounding. When one pets it, it feels exactly like petting a real yellow lab: the smoothity of the fur, and the subtle heat of the skin underneath if you dig in your hand against the grain and press your fingertips in to the skin at the base of the hairs. Every whisker is of perfect placement and length, the eyes are like living gems, the pawpads are at once soft and yet terse and a slight bit ragged around the edges, and when locked around your hips, one has never felt so securely held.

Underground Newzletter: AWOOOOOOOOOOOO! SALUTATIONS, ANIMAL LOVERZ!

Super Soldier Mega Spies: It’s the year 300,000,000, and humans have long since lost all affinity for harmony, nature, or animals: their singular goal as a species is to colonize the universe and its varied landscapes and lifeforms at all costs. This is where YOU come in!

To Advance Completeness, Some Arguments: To my dear fathers, brothers, and sons in philosophy, It is known that philosophy is an endeavor in building. To arrive at an argument that is sound, a philosopher must have arrived there by considering his other knowledge at hand and identifying the yet missing fact that is the natural next.

Media of Unknown Origin: Through history, bestiality has at times been seen as a way of worshiping nature and the gods through connecting sexual energies with the gods’ avatars, their animals.

Zoo Phonetic Alphabet: Anima, Bucking, Closer, Darling, Elk, Feral, Golden, Harpy, Impala, Jack...

Media of Unknown Origin: Our lives are spent drowning in a boundless run-on sentence of meaninglessness punctuated by occasionally getting to help an animal achieve orgasm.

Questions: Some questions.

Thread 2988: Quest 04 is the most infuriatingly terrible piece of shit I’ve ever fucking “played.”

Private Letter: You’re afraid of the details. Right? And believe me, I understand.

Beginnings: Some beginnings.

Characters: Some characters.

A Letter of Aghast Dismay: Dear Dog Fucking Weekly, It has recently come to my displeased attention that some members of your writing staff have committed sexual you-know-what with animals in real life. I am outraged...

Locations: Some locations.

While The Evil Days Come Not: My daughter, go thou to Aunt Mary’s house on the quiet Tall Oak cul-de-sac, three winding blocks past the Kroger, in the town you no doubt have some memories of from when you were a girl. She will not allow boys over nor stand for much noise. But I will be glad to know that, under her tutelage, you are learning things that you learned not while you were here: how to sew at a sewing machine, how a becoming lady ought dress for Sunday’s church services, and, at the root, how to dismount from your unwise youth, and grow into a more respectable way of living. Give yourself to Aunt Mary, and she will grow you, as she has grown so many potted whelps into that which is sturdy and upright.

Meteorological Events: Some meteorological events.

A Multiversal Analysis on the Constancy of Bestiality: There in the desert I then walked through a marketplace...

So Transgressive and So Relaxed About Everything: Dear BOY REPORT, I just adore the beautiful sense of imagination Michael has. In every class he always sits there with his head down in his sketchbook drawing otherworldly creatures and fantasy landscapes, as well as portraits from memory of his friends and his golden retriever Seamstress. Mrs Cartwright, his math teacher, told me that on his exams he always answers every question right, and if she asks him about his answers he can talk about how he got them, which is why she doesn’t mind him drawing in class, because he’s talented enough to do both. He is such a bright star. He always looks so happy with life when he jaunts off into the woods with his new friends, laughing and teasing one another.