clearly we need to create a new folkloric figure for suburban americans called Cat-Stealer Johnson who drives around in a honda accord and steals any and all outdoor cats he sees. and if anyone confronts him he cackles like the wicked witch of the west and says “there’s only one way to stop meeeee! keep your beasties indoors! the four walls of the human home are my only weakness! ahahahaaa!!” and with enough cultural saturation we will finally eliminate “indoor-outdoor cats” foreverrrrrr
My mythopoeic feduciary management firm is off to a fucking awful start I can’t even get these business school losers to perform one sacred play
I’ve tried to explain the doctrine of signatures but everything is shamanism with these bitches. As soon as I try to explain the anthropological weakness of shamanism as a term they start to eye the ayhuasca and get boners.
