Befriending Animals.

We are great friends

cats never make sense to humans... not on any damn day ...me wee lass.. the god damn, they irish might be cats...

put out your cigarettes call out the midnight bell... too much fun, perhaps, maybe?

A better way for my temporary green princess

and I

so holidays sometimes leave presents.... not just upon any night... our friends, the god damn losers

the ones with eyes for the sky

full of flies

the dead ones

the friends that are dead

or are enough anyway, to me

covering something

From i

see nothing but the end

are we still here to be good friends?

until that end?

With a stereotype and a good story

how about you me and the lovely

come easy, find a different kind of

until she's no longer bloody

our baby.

does this make sense?

Was it suppose to?

Would you even know?