Thursday, 13 November 2008

everyone you have ever known all in a room together having a really nice time


[this Cat Boat story was submitted by Pete Sach last week. sorry it's taken me so long to post it. i'm rubbish. i just realised that the cat boat is over a year old now.]


I.used.to.be.so.god.damn.hot


I.used.to.be.so.god.damn.hot


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Hot.

everyone you have ever known all in a room together having a really nice time stared at her claws.

"Look what the fuck you've done to me!" She screeched at them, scraping the cracked shards across the deck one last time.

Hot.

She went to scream again, but sick filled her mouth. She spat it out

and went to cry, but her tears weren't tears. Dried crystals, saltier

than the sea.

(Now I was young and pretty on the mean streets of the cityAnd I fought to make 'em my homeNow I was young and pretty on the mean streets of the cityAnd I fought to make 'em my homeNow I was young and pretty on the mean streets of the cityAnd I fought to make 'em my homeNow I was young and pretty on the mean streets of the cityAnd I fought to make 'em my homeNow I was young and pretty on the mean streets of the cityAnd I fought to make 'em my homeNow I was young and pretty on the mean streets of the cityAnd I fought to make 'em my homeNow I was young and pretty on the mean streets of the cityAnd I fought to make 'em my homeNow I was young and pretty on the mean streets of the cityAnd I fought to make 'em my homeNow I was young and pretty on the mean streets of the cityAnd I fought to make 'em my homeNow I was young and pretty on the mean streets of the cityAnd I fought to make 'em my homeNow I was young and pretty on the mean streets of the cityAnd I fought to make 'em my homeNow I was young and pretty on the mean streets of the cityAnd I fought to make 'em my homeNow I was young and pretty on the mean streets of the cityAnd I fought to make 'em my home)

everyone you have ever known all in a room together having a really nice time had been hearing the beginning of the second chorus to track 11 for far too long. The words, they filled her, like a black tapeworm lining every.last.fucking.inch of her insides. There was no tunnel of love.

* * * * * *

Frisky approached with the pudding, holding a fixed stare on everyone you have ever known all in a room together having a really nice time's sunken shoulders. Those shoulders had always been low, but when she was on the street, when she was on terra firma, those shoulders were full. sleek. seductive. Now they were no more but bagpipes breaking through the sack.

"Come to have a look have you?" everyone you have ever known all in a room together having a really nice time moaned, "Don't want a piece?!" She cackled as she spread her legs in front of Frisky, bearing her gnatted, salt drenched dreadlock of a pisshole. "Don't you want some of this anymore?! Huh?!"

Frisky went to put the pudding down, but realising he couldn't, just held it in two paws instead.

"Y'know, you used to be something girl. Now look atcha. You're nuttin but a dried up floozy, a bitch of a mog. You ain't nobody's kitten no more. N'ya never will be, crying out all the time, scratching the deck like it's a ball of wool. Fuck balls of wool, fuck the deck, and you know what? fuck you" Frisky turned and left, holding the pudding much higher than he had when he came.

everyone you have ever known all in a room together having a really nice time closed her eyes, those glitter balls from months ago were now just shiny black pennies, shiny black pennies with no story worth telling. She picked at the double knot laid across the opening of her pisshole, it didn't feel like a pisshole, it felt like a softly worn, barbed cat penis. She picked at her barbed cat penis and sunk back into her head, back into 25th and Broadway, back behind the taxidermists in front of the pet shop. She stood at the pet shop window in her mind's eye. She stood and growled at the budgies. She thought of how she used to plot with Frisky on catching those little rays of sunshine in that pet shop window. Those cocky little punks arm in arm on their perches, whistling the National Anthem as if nothing was ever gonna happen.

Nothing ever did.

She thought about her thick fur coat, the whistles from the fellas and the growls from the kittens. She thought about when she was the life and soul, her and Frisky, the ones to be with, with everyone you have ever known all in a room together having a really nice time . She thought about the boat, why she'd turned out like a raggedy-ann.

Nothing had changed, it was just an allergy.

Things had changed, why did Frisky leave her?

Why can't he just put that fucking pudding down?

"Put it down and pick me up" she groaned

"Put it down and pick me up.Put it down and pick me up.Put it down and pick me up.Put it down and pick me upPut it down and pick me upPut it down and pick me upPut it down and pick me upPut it down and pick me upPut it down and pick me upPut it down and pick me up.Put it down and pick me up.Put it down and pick me up.Put it down and pick me up.Put it down and pick me up.Put it down and pick me up.Put it down and pick me up.Put it down and pick me upPut it down and pick me up." she sobbed.

Frisky rolled by, he stopped, and stared at her, her with her claws in her pisshole.

"you.used.to.be.so.god.damn.hot"