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crppled cat eght legs no eyes shpped meow's through storm by malman. cat grns grns shp.

simply dance on the awning, the yawn the tip the slip the yip, the dog has layed a golden egg upon the ledge, in hearth to warm to ice to ..

she gets fucked by a tea-cup everynight when palm-frond motherfuck gets back from nowhere, he of the sapphire tongue and doleful eyes. he ..

"waa-waa" -OKcomputer once a baby, once a sun rising out from ocean sands, skimming cats dance, throw them over lake like pe..

cat and checkers, she, the feline, arches back falls onto red square, communist. * as the marxists laugh moist heartedly at the objec..

we are like loony toons stepping onto colour frames, slouching out from black and white where steamy cups and steamy f***s entwine, dim..

by the underpass, slip of a girl; wide eyes, glances at his paper dreams floating down the drain way. throws out a "how's it goin'...?&qu..

she is young and still, restless, not yet wise but wise enough. touch her hair, it shines. it shines for us, like water thought the sun. lik..

there were clouds in her coffee, so she said, but all i saw were the limbs of cigarettes. and strokes of ash, those tender markings, left by l..

face with a post-it note grin. cats hackles rise, but she is unfazed by this jealous turn. indeed, not a girlish grin but one reserved as the..