i stole this image
i wrote this for joe mills
i dont like to talk about nightmares here
i think they're trite
i think the idea is
hacked up mullberry trees
what a waste of fruit
what a waste of cheap wood
that lamb says
watchout
i whisper
you listen
in the dark
when you eat meat
this is who we are
this is who we are
this is who we are
this is who we are
this is who we are
this is who we are
this is who we are
i typed all of that
i thought it was worth the time
i like to think of it as workmanship
we don't put enough effort into
dying anymore
you forgot to water the flowers
this
is
who?
in thekitchen
in thedark
what
whispering?
4 comments:
Thanks Shy.
We are reminded that cat's aren't just fluffy and cuddly.
Watch out the World's behind You.
It always is
But sometimes we forget.
this is who we are
this is who we are
this is who we are
this is who we are
this is who we are
this is who we are
this is who we are
I typed out every letter of that too, Shai. I see your point. Looking forward to that coffee.
I think I might agree that nightmares are trite. It's the plain dream you have to watch out for. Every atrocity is in it.
Feathers hanging from an open mouth. Cats don't play with their prey apparently; they practice.
I read that somewhere. Their play is driven by the refinement of hunting instincts. Maybe that's a more accurate definition of what all play means.
We don't put enough effort into dying anymore
I'm thinking hard about this.
am I jugendstill ill?
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