Pynchon's God is a Dog or a Dead Horse Dixon Whipped of Didn't with a Slave Dealer

[barbie gaze]

Yesterday I was late to work because I could not take my eyes off a young
man who first caught my attention when he bent over; he had a large plastic
bag over each hand. I was checking out his butt. But the plastic bags were
a curiousity still. When two huge dogs dumped their loads on the grass and
the young man collected these steming piles of dog doo, I got to thinking
of Pynchon's dogs. Dog,  as every catholic school boy knows, is God in
reverse. When I saw the handsome, dare I say, beautiful young man with the
rock hard glutes, I understood what only dog lovers and Pynchon fanatics
have known all along. Dixon! Oh, did I mention that the young man called
one of the dogs Dixon and the other one Slave Dealer. Yup. Ain't that a
horse of a different quaker?
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