i'm reading (still) the book on utopias and in there about josiah warren who wrote the first book on anarchy in america that led j.s. mill to write his on liberty and i mention it to r. saying how i always felt dogs are natural philosophers and natural anarchists and how anathema the word is in the supposed freedom loving america, like a really bad seditious word, and how subject to the tyranny of democracy that says everybody's the same and propagandizes the very roots of language into law and constructs reality we're supposed to live in as free citizens and we're really denizens of this constructed hellish masquerade of freedom as consumption and control. 
well i'll be, r. said, i know that book! i designed that book! and we looked it up and sure enough, it's true. and so there is more to this thing than propaganda and thought control, mental institutional violence and war. there is creative anarchy, there are convergences the bastards cannot contain or control.
                                                                           there is love.