11-12-2013, 02:34 PM
I had a dream
last night that I could talk to cats.
The room was dim,
shadows of light through dirty office blinds.
I leaned down close to the pussycat's face,
it unhinged its furry jaw, and spake':
"Sweet shit, do you need a boyfriend."
last night that I could talk to cats.
The room was dim,
shadows of light through dirty office blinds.
I leaned down close to the pussycat's face,
it unhinged its furry jaw, and spake':
"Sweet shit, do you need a boyfriend."
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe