Wednesday, February 20, 2013
SSS: KITTY KRONICKLES KLOSE
my first-ever drawn-by-me fronty pic, my personal three scales, balancing the cat's needs with the phoenix's lack of sleepthe end of the series, of my cat chronicles, my scratched hand, a promise kept?, when are they really?, and my signature Perez Hilton white letteringhe: knocked over the fish bowl, lucky that the fish is black and was easly spotted, not hidden in a filthy clothes pile in the room, was able to scoop the fish up, replace those millions of tiny rocks and the fake plastic tree (Radiohead), green, used as a sticking pole in the middle of the bowl, filled it up again with fresh spring glacier bottled water, and the fish seems to be okay, swimming around. any longer, though, and it would have been a different story. moved the bowl to a warm place, couldn't be the cold garage though the cat has no access there, deadbolt, had to be a warm place (Nine Inch Nails), so i cleverly hid the bowl inbetween boxes of Costco-size bran and a bushel of Cuties oranges in a weave basket. it's there, but it looks like it's not there, E.T. in a wig, don't think the cat will notice it, though he is surprisingly smart for his unripe age.me: still arguing over the best place for all involved to sleep, if i don't get more sleep soon, i'll go crazy...too late, that ship passed around the time of my second year in college. even when i sleep i need more sleep, is this the final funeral pyre for the late phoenix? after all, the late in my name is more prominent than the phoenix, even the legendary bird of mythos has but nine lives until he really bites it, his feathers molt and are sold to the hope-peddlers and death merchants for profit.alternating between depression and rage, the The Store babe is smiling at him? HIM? HIM????!!!! THAT DUDE, i can't stand that dude's smirk. man, it's true, huh?, you babes always go for the bad boys, the dangerous ones, the jerks, but i can't make myself out to be a jerk, not in my DNA, i'm brooding, alone, dark, too exhausted to be a jerk to anyone, spent my entire life being a jerk to myself, nice guys finish last, a prerequisite for this universe to function.do you see me?does anyone?do you?CLICK HERE, RIGHT HERE AT THIS LINK, FOR SOOTHING SOUNDS.CLICK HERE FOR THE RULES. IF YOU WANT TO PLAY, PLEASE ADD YOUR ENTRY TO THE LINKY TOOL BELOW. HUH? NOBODY WANTS TO PLAY? *RESIGNED FACE*:.