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as luck would have it, i've saved the grizzlies from extinction by vowing never again to buy a bear-claw from the bakery. some would think this harsh - after all, has the baker not a right to earn a living? but life itself is
harsh, and cruel. some think the grizzly is cruel - the salmon, for instance. ripped to shreds by bloody grizzly fangs, swallowed in seconds, and yet i continue to eat salmon, rich in omega-3 oils. fish, it is said, have no feelings, and would just as soon be brutalized and devoured alive as swimming happily. yet if they swim happily, they must have a certain sensibility - i.e., feelings. i must stop eating salmon. i must embrace them, the poor things. i must buy a bear-claw, for the grizzly is a brutal beast. i must buy a shotgun to protect myself from these monstrous tyrants of nature.
it seems you know that rimbaud was known to cavort with bears, male grizzlies who had been homosexualized, domesticated, and tarted up like
showgirls. turns out that capote kept one of these tricked-out bears in his apartment on central park west, and fed it martinis to keep it both amorous and docile. burroughs had two, "fluffy" and "nuzzles", whom he injected
alternately with heroin and testosterone, and then begged to be mauled. michael jackson had seveal, although they have since been auctioned off to nathan lane and george michael, who have pledged to donate them (to each other). i myself have no bears, but i still have a particulalry hairy whore of a bunny, whom i keep in the closet. i'm sure you remember her, you freak.
all the best,