I remember the time that you rained all night

The queen of Siam in my arms

Remember the time that the islands sank

But nobody opened their eyes


Remember that time that the trees fell down

The wood crashing through the wall

But nobody held out their hands


Somebody died for this

Somebody died

For just one kiss

Remember the sound that could wake the dead

But nobody woke up at all


Somebody died for this

Somebody died for just one kiss


Remember the time that the sky went black

We waited alone on the sands

Remember the taste of the raging sea

Cat Love

Right now she was torturing an ant. I think she ate it too, but I’m not certain. I don’t think even the ant would mind really. She’s way too cute for anybody to say anything to her. Just because she’s this tiny ball of black, orange and white fur that’s beginning to teeth (there are two tiny teeth that have grown) she thinks she’s Lord & Master of all. And she’s very very light and very very stupid. And constantly has milk dribbling off her chin. Mewling is her favourite thing to do, and she’s getting very good at it.
I’ve honestly never seen a more demanding person.

The cautious lizard. And the continuous lolling of the water. Wetting one’s feet isn’t always necessarily pleasant. So the lizard tries very hard not to blink because when you blink you miss it and then there’s a degree of lag. And we all can’t help but notice that it is different, the sweater effect applies. Slowly one thing changes and along with it changes another. Not necessarily pleasant.

I’m not giving anyone what they’re expecting. Because right now I don’t feel it like I normally do where it’s just ominously everywhere. I am left with what was mine and am unsure of this newly proffered item. Not newly. Suddenly and somehow to be honest unexpectedly.
Must study micro.

And that is how it's done.

I play at night in your house
I live another life
Pretending to swim
In your house
I change the time in your house
The hours I take
Go so slow ...
I hear no sound in your house
Silence
In the empty rooms
I drown at night in your house
Pretending to swim
Pretending to swim

I noticed this while brushing my teeth today. Post teeth brushing my lips become weird. They do this weird thing.
Damnit.
*is not able to describe what bleddy lips do and is sounding like an incoherent spastic fuck in the attempt*

Edit.

Sunday.
Not Saturday.

Horse shaped puddles' bond

And so, thankfully, I won't ever have to do that again.
Am so very very very relieved.

Have plans on spending Saturday with her. Last time she ended up chewing some leaf to get the bidi taste out of her mouth. This time everything will be on an entirely different plane. There is this major emotional upheaval happening in her life and I have to agree it's not fair. She's not being given any time to let things play out. And what I initially told her came entirely from my mood and my very recent experience. But we change together from day to day, her & I. She called me yesterday to tell me she was pissed (at everything and nothing) and needed to see me. So I will.
And we're just so grateful to whoever that we still have each other especially to get us through this year.