a meer cat sometimes

Diggin in the borroughs during daylight is still diggin in the dark and diggin alone makes it harder to get somewhere. I can get to anywhere, maybe everywhere. Maybe my trail will lead to someone else's burrough or maybe a pile of mixed nuts. I just wanna mill about at hasty then tender and hasty speeds, with a spirit of a reciept in a tornado, poke around while thinking about french toast and dogs eating bubbles, then suddenly.....ALL OF A SUDDEN>>wow and MeooOOWWWW!!! You start to notice a smell that was there but you begin to taste it to, and wink at it a little. You have an imaginary forcefield that translates bullshit to brown sugar and poppyseed muffins. You laugh everything off and EVERYTHING tickles. You become part of this world but even that much more and you belong here and every time...as much times as there are hopes of something little that will make everything better. It should be more than when the drop of soda brings the straw worm to life...that straw worm should get up and keep ribbbons company in carelessness. It should ache so good!!! It should make you breathe heavy, make you slowly close your eyes and look up and be completely full and empty at the same time.