Thankfully, Daniel the Dolphin’s silver tongue and quick wits makes him very convincing, almost intoxicating, and lady dolphins (sometimes male: who cares, why not?!) are always faced with an aporia of a decision: is it really their civic duty to let Daniel mate with them? However, in their seconds of trying to figure out whether or not young Daniel was telling the truth (how could he not? He’s so vivacious, so persuasive), these lady dolphins (sometimes male: who cares, why not?!) find themselves already pregnant with Daniel’s evil seed.
Jesuschrist. Here I am up to my ass in aporia again. This one is all vivacious and bubbly, this one’s regally quiet and proud, the other has got three tails and is already neutered …fuck! every time I come to the rescued hog shelter, I’m pulled in so many emotional directions…fine, I’ll take all three.
You ask where I stand. The answer? Peoria. The state that I’m in? Illinois, or aporia. What to do? Or to say? For an answer I’d be gracious. I’m puzzled. In a cornfield. But at least I’m vivacious.