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Part of it or some of it goes as follows and is presented like this:
Enter the Quagga (a comedy of pathetically obscene manners with reference to Rudolf Otto and Bob Kauffman.)

(I know what you are thinking. Naturally you are thinking what a disgusting idea - to enter a Quagga - but really, this is a forum for serious and scholarly exchange on the Lacanian archetypes of the collective unconscious and the Freudian notion of the Numinous Other!)

A Quagga, after a long journey, was noticed by some who stood quaking. Some said hello to the beast as if they expected an answer. I really can't fancy why on earth human beings have developed in such a stupid way. Putrid beings and sniffing Doxa hounds urinating in the dirt - they call them human beings.

Ecce Merde! Life is short. Probably the Quagga, had it a mind at all, would have said something like this or he would have generated concepts out of the dry earth and created the substance of human beings out of a Quagga language. Probably then a Quagga would know what a human was and also a table since before hand he would have not known what a table was nor a human but then afterwords he would surely know and he would not be touched by the enduring mystery of the terrible and quixotic fascination with the unknowing knowledge of the momentary coming into being of the Isness and the substantive essence in teetering and vertiginous ascents out of the black tide of mud and the many coloured universal.

Most Quaggas love to munch on garbage, and this is an inoffensive habit when seen as such and in it's essence quiet lovely and endearing.

The Quagga I was told had entered. If he had entered or if he had not entered I couldn't say. They said that the Quagga had been muling about the entrance way. Probably he had missed the point and far from entering he had merely stood by the entrance way hoping in this way to announce his arrival. I am sure that some people were clamoring about making allot of hoopla about the coming of the Quagga but really human beings are too pathetic for words.

One day I heard the Quagga was on his way to visit our distant hamlet. It was then in the early part of august or perhaps July. The Quagga was most certainly going to visit us! I can not tell you what that meant to us - words are after all merely words and can not describe Real encounters with the Real i.e. the consciousness of the All.

Once someone said there was a madwoman in our town who thought she was a Quagga but the learned considered this merely a pathetic incident sighting the moment in the books where a Quagga was said to truly believe itself to be a Quagga, this they called veritable madness.

There was said to be a Quagga at the edge of our city. Some claimed to have seen a low crouching Quagga by the gate of the city. I do not know whether or no this is the truth of the matter. I went to investigate the claim saying that if the sun can fall by night in the rain all things can or will be. I went to have a look see and to turn to see or to look to see the face of the so called northern Quagga in all her glory at that moment by the cuspy end of the late human civilization.

If a Quagga by night should go afar.

I am told albeit by uncertain sources that the Quagga is extinct. This is shocking! Someone was whispering to me about it within the dark places of the heart. Tell me of the Quagga says I. Tell us all the old men's stories about that beast of the boarder region of the red hills. Whispering together we talked then in that hour of the absence of the Quagga from the earth. I knew that the Quagga was merely an inanimate beast like a table or a stone. This is the truth about the matter as foretold by the one who had then fallen into the ditch where the dirt was dirtier then average dirt.

I don't know if it was a Quagga I saw. Some said it was but they weren't there. Some said it wasn't but they had very little credibility to my way of seeing things. There is very little concreteness in the Quagga it's nature although finite and contingent is radiant. I am blinded by the Quagga. I can no longer interpret my perceptions as the Quagga yelps into my ear. They say there is no Quagga and if there is no Quagga then everything is forbidden. All Quaggas are said to be noble and austere creatures born of the harsh and forbidding Pavlovian mountains over to the edge of the active perception of the sun in all it's blinding and tedious light.

I am now the son of a Quagga and birthed of Quagga flesh - so sprechen the man. God is dead long live God - so what this means is that man assumes the formula that fate(essence) is the free will(isness in action) of God so that the pointless chicken or egg story of the naive materialists and existentialist Sartre etc amount to simply stories and ultimately not particularly Quagga like.

The Quagga has set out on a Journey. Some say the Quagga is going across the plain. I can't answer for those who say such things. Why are they all the time talking? I can not abide it. Hasn't a Quagga the right to comb it's reverse Mohawk in order to go on a journey into the center of the dark night of the earth on it's own time.

If you notice Plutarch, for his part, deals harshly with the Quagga. But was he not motivated entirely by jealousy? This is clear as the winter night. A Quagga can never be defamed nor can it be annihilated. Viva la Quaaga! This Quagga is eternal! This order is Quagafied in the books and so forth.

Whenever you are thinking of slaughtering a Quagga for either your own amusement or for Quagga steak you must ask this question what if everyone claimed that they owned your personal Quagga?

Quagga, Quagga, was and old name for a beast in the former days before human beings suffered to create comedy. I won't say that a Quagga is dumb but they are slightly indifferent to the suffering of human beings. Quaggas are peculiar in their general appearance having some qualities of the old world and some of science fiction.

Really it's too much to expect a woman to tolerate the sight of a Quagga! Surely you must realize that a Quagga is by definition a step beyond the limits of good taste. It's true that with his name written upon him(though none knew the interpretation there of save he) The Quagga preached the true word i.e. Tolerate the stench of the neighbor.

Most people agree that a Quagga is a very offensive creature and should be tortured and killed. This is not problematic as a Quagga is not considered above the rank of a flea or a Berklinian.

Expressions of the most high divine Quagga highly Quaaga I -

I the true Quagga go out to the real of the farthest shore - gone, gone.

I the truth embodied in the green belly of the Quagga am the I that was in the tall house.

I the emancipatory revelation of the divine Quagga bear witness to the all and to the All.

One day a Quagga as if by blind contingency happened to notice it's own existence and was thus utterly frightened and hid under the bed.

The fortuitous hour of the bleeding Quagga and the comic spirit of the realm of the dead.

Someone asked me whether or no do Quaggas bleed the true blood of a mammal. Thinking for long years me had devised an answer but no sooner did I come forth to reveal to them this which I had so learned do the asker of the question come to offer up the bleeding forefoot of a Quagga saying we have discovered this secret thing. And so the dirty sewage of the stinking stream was seeping into my shoes like so many dogs barking at the edge of a mass field of Quagga before the winter march into the mountains where they graze amidst the jutting cliffs. What is to be with a Quagga will be.

It's true that Quagga are hideously attired and ugly in their ungainly selves but mainly they are putrid. Some however praise the Quaggas great beauty and grace so this point is paradoxical in so much as the Quagga is a chameleon of active perceptions in so much as one sees what one is programmed to see in the Hegelian stripes.

No, I know. The Quagga is no subject for merriment or sport. It's after all inappropriate to defame the Quagga in the absence of a positive and or concrete rebuttal from the base beast. Filthy animal!