Thu 25 Jan 2001
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<br /> *swish*<br /> "Seven-hundred ninety-seven."<br /> *swish*<br /> "Seven-hundred ninety-eight."<br /> *swish*<br /> "Seven-hundred ninety-nine."<br /> .....<br /> "Seven-hun- -<br /> ..wait a minute!"<br /> <br /> seven-hundred ninety-nine<br /> let the cat *swish* one more time - <br /> it's jet-black tail 'cross my back<br /> to make an even 800 track.<br /> <br /> i starred into unblinking eyes:<br /> filled with anger; love; surprise.<br /> i knew then what it could see - <br /> the inevidable stream of antiquity.<br /> <br /> the cat and i sat back to back<br /> as the cat's long tail had swished away it's track<br /> seven-hundred ninety-nine,<br /> oh, let the cat *swish* one more time.<br /> <br /> o, cat! o, cat! o, kitt-y cat!<br /> *swish* your tail across my back!<br /> maddening eyes, smirking face - <br /> with time there now shall be a race.<br /> <br /> i felt that i was going mad,<br /> but what the cat felt was only sad:<br /> the loss of his friend with the iron shoe,<br /> the loss of his brother in Timbuktu.<br /> <br /> i wasn't thinking clearly; straight -<br /> all i had to do was wait!<br /> wait for the impossible fate..<br /> not six, or seven-hundred, but eight!<br /> <br /> i longed to say the words out loud<br /> and imagined my body within a shroud<br /> eighty years later, buried with the cat<br /> still waiting for the feeling of that *swish* across my back.<br /> <br /> it seemed as if the cat was trying to decide<br /> whether to let out the *swish* it was hiding from inside..<br /> or to make me squirm with pain and agony<br /> as it purred with pure pleasure and stupidity.<br /> <br /> the cat's long tail flickered and flicked,<br /> it looped, it curled, it fluttered and thricked.<br /> one could not hope for only one more;<br /> one more *swish* to add to the score.<br /> <br /> then the cat's black tail came closer to my back - - -<br /> o! the even eight-hundred track!<br /> could it be... would it be?<br /> could it? would it? could it be?!<br /> <br /> the golden eyes i looked into, <br /> and then i knew it would be true...<br /> the cat's tail swished one more time!<br /> farewell, seven-hundred ninety-nine!<br /> <br /> with an annoyed look the cat tucked up it's feet.<br /> o! delicious moment when flesh and cat fur meet!<br /> i was free from the torure, the madness, the pain..<br /> and what did i lose? (but what did i gain?)<br /> <br /> "800, 800, 800 times!<br /> Eight-hundred, eight-hundred, eight-hun - -"<br /> <br /> ONE. EIGHT-HUNDRED AND ONE.<br /> <br /> i screamed with anguish, for then i knew<br /> that *swish* could not be erased untrue.<br /> and then with a grin and a yawn so deep<br /> the cat shut its eyes and went to sleep.<br /> <br /> (written by me in 8th grade)
Sun 17 Dec 2000
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a funny thing happened the other day which most of you here may find interesting..<br /><br />i have a messageboard, and i posted something about going to Maine this Christmas. this chick posts something the next day about how she's going to Maine for Christmas as well, with her fiancee. she says he's from Machias. <br />i tell her Anthony's from Gardiner.. <br />she talks to her fiancee and then asks, "is his last name by any chace DiMacro?"<br /><br />crazy. so anyway, the fiancee is Nick Bergeron. :) i've never met him, but i assmue many of you here know/knew him! <br /><br />