Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Wolfman's wolve

That day the Wolf-Man rose up from his couch particularly tired. He knew that Freud had a genius for brushing up against the truth and passing it by, then filling the void with associations. He knew that Freud knew nothing about wolves, or anuses for that matter. The only thing Freud understood was what a dog is, and a dogs tail. It wasn't enough. It wouldn't be enough.