What a gasbag a real card  a keeper                                           

                               she gripped her silken tines tighter                       

Aint it like a biped to think he knows

then out of that flimsy knowing thinks he can deliberate and disseminate    That he can tell the my tale

A biped    Two     I got eight

Bi-ocular    Two        I got eightHes got no idea I can shame him seven ways to Sunday without tryin without breakin a sweat

But my kind doesnt sweat

He doesnt understand that in the big scheme of things hes low-end rent Probably has to evolve more

Im evolved to perfection

My species was at its morning coffeebreak when bipeds were snacks for  ohhow would he say itAh    snacks for lions and tigers and bearsOhMy

Im coppin a line he copped from his gibberish box and enjoys 

Its humourous to him

Me an mine  we have no time for gibberish

It might look like we do that we have time on our hands but looks are deceiving

Hed bitch this remark  Ive been watchin him watchin me longer than he knows 

He thinks he noticed me first and has been watchin me since  As if its a oneway street

But when he comes in he doesnt always look up  Im up out of sight  Out of sight out of mind

He has to remember or he doesnt

I  I dont have to remember

Im hanging upside down over him whenever he enters  To take a leak or shit shower or shave bathe

I see him every time he comes in

Predators do

He yaks to whoever will listen about my two suicidesWerent suicides

They were bad timing

A girls gotta stretch her legs turn around refresh her perspective

It was dumb luck he caught me in the shower when he didBoth times both times

Sudden Im under a monstrous deluge Im knocked pins over teakettle I cant fnd a foothold an off somewhere I hear the roil and suck of a drain     somewhere that I cant see       

I admit I was frightened

But isnt that how The End plays out   

I cant say we ever expect it though there are a few who do  Im sorry for them

Nobody really sees it coming not the Real End  The End  No not it

As as sudden Im plucked from the watery maelstrom on the fibers of a showerbrush

He calls me suicidal

Im not suicidal

I got lousy timing

I am a cannibal                                                                                                                                   

Stupid males cant seem to take No for an answer as if theres no finality in the word that theres wiggle room it can be negotiated equivocated

No

I said No nicely  Once

Then I ate em

Take that as a lesson to you

1907,  Thursday,  14  7. 16

1101,  Friday,  15  7. 16

Chicken Shack  The Thrill is Gone  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TRMKTIXtFx4