scatue
i have been frozen and moulded in statuesque cat form these past few days.
now i shall step down from my papyrus pedestal and resume sleeping near fires. seven thousand words constitue a fragile and undesirable pedestal – hastily baked, i shall bake myself fully on flagstones.
what fine chisel could ever yet cut breath?
21 Jun 2006 18:30
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Are you the cat who wouldn't say mew to a goose?
22 Jun 2006, 23:21
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