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 sleep
the end of the series, of my cat chronicles, my scratched hand, a promise kept?, when are they really?, and my signature Perez Hilton white lettering
he: 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?
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7 comments:

the late phoenix said...

hello? am i being punished? please...punish me. in general i don't enjoy spanking, but i'm sure we can come up with something new...

Cheeky Minx said...

We can leave the spanking aside as I have far grander punishment plans for you. Now, where are those binds...? ;-)

the late phoenix said...

thank you, Cheeky, you know I'm in love/lust with you, right? and it's not just an online thing...

yeah, so...where is everyone? been a ghost town around here lately...

Missed Periods said...

We don't all go for the jerks. It just takes us time to get them out of our system.

the late phoenix said...

I love Thursday nights when I get visits from my two favorite babes.

Jenny: I remember when the Simpsons were just starting to get mass-popular, I proudly wore my Bart Simpson Eat My Shorts T-shirt under my sweater. when my best friend's mom caught a glimpse of the forbidden shirt, she remarked, "I hate that guy!"

Kazi G said...

(this may be a duplicate comment; if so please delete, the internet is wonky!!)
I'm sorry I'm late, the week has been a horror show!! I'd be happy to deliver some punishments though, being all newly initiated to CBT ;)
Or perhaps we should put YOU in a cage so you can get some sleep, hmmmmn?!

:*

~Kazi xxx

the late phoenix said...

kazi: Winter Storm Q will blanket us all...