Only mortality, this irreducible and primordial horizon, that very horizon which, in Being and Time, Heidegger so compellingly revealed as the unsurpassable and defining possibility, remains.
“Is he bitchless?” […] “He isn't gay, is he?”
The newborn doe kids destined to become habitual aborters (and the buckling that carries the trait) are above average in weight and have a very fine haircoat.
Flora pulled on a pair of her favorite jeans, choosing a long-sleeve, pink-hearted shirt over the black turtleneck she really wanted to wear. Wrapping a yellow scarf around her neck, she stepped into her Wellies. She was not feeling very Valentinesy.
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