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lonely nites in the 70's in texas

featuring pat byrne on drums...

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yes hello burroughs

possesed... (the gatto misses me)

He's on me meowing and pushing
Leaving his hair on me.
I'm covered

His scent, his grip
Bad breath... I'm Possessed!
His gaze, his kneading
Needing!
Pushing climbing relentless
Never satisfied
Til he has me
Never satisfied!
Not when i return, not when i leave
Please i beg him please
Release me!
(From this) touch me
love me feed me!
Only for a moment silent (is he)
in my petting
..Extasy
And then he moves away
But only to climb
And softly whine,
From atop a box,
His stare meets mine.

gato my noodles!

...excerpt from "the book of gatos"

Gypsy woman! My
cat's meowing!

Ha! You should probably pet it

Stroking the gato. Stroking...stroking!
What does he want?
He wants his food.
Then mine!

Then my hot cereal, my butter,
He can't be satisfied.
He jumps
onto the stove while i'm cooking and bursts into flame!

Completly insatiable that gato of yours. Burnt beyond recognition and still
meowing for noodles

Noodles! Of course. U knew it was noodles
...Well its only his whiskers are curled up and noticably shorter.

But whiskers are importante no?

Indeed Whiskers let the gato know if a space is big enough for him to fit thru.

Maybe he will be out of whack now

With me its always fingers... With u its petting stroking whacking! Gatos
Insatiable whiskers. My noodles boiling.

vic and lalla morte

pull my daisy

cabaret voltaire

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