i can sit at the table and be polite and act curious while keeping one eye firmly planted on the dirty ceiling that conceals the wide jagged night sky and see past all of the indifference for what really intrigues me is not love but rather the length of the cat as it slinks round the corner looking longer than stripes should reach and the lilt of my lonely leg slipping away to take comfort in this mental onanism which grows more refined than the crystalline salt he pours over the wetness of my joy.
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proving that a dog isn't the only creature that can claim to be man or womans friend
it's a cat, cocaine!
or a cocaine cat?
meeooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
yes finnegan, we may be forced to do an intervention on his hindness cocaines unruliness and force his lids open with toothpicks to view my cat licking her own privates accompanied to the strains of the Verve's "Lucky Man." we'll straighten his ass out eventually.
feels like i'm being ganged up on.
wish i was a cat but without the raspy tongue!!!
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