- Vol. 03
- Chapter 05
Your eyes dream closest to my world. My night resembles fog on wiped blackboards where old teachings are wiped away for new ones.
My claws have ploughed the sands of a pharaoh’s spine, I have mewled my name in Latin to peasants and left my eyes as spears impaling traitors' heads.
See, I hunt and breathe through centuries in bass like raindrops that crown me with moon in oily puddles, I, yes I, have fucked the black hag witch of a million darkly nights.
I used to weave the sanguine threads of a hamster’s lowly gizzard and now in Facebook blue you thread me in a purring machine with bullshit hieroglyphics on walls I do not know.
I do not know these slaves, say my name: Cattus, type your emoticon share my nature over yours over dead boys like like like like like like like :(