Even if you didn’t know that cats make you mad, there are clues. Purring voices inside the head. Check. Scratch addictions? Or the 24-hour-a-day canned fish provisions and its variations that could feed a small country? Two checks. Stocked and in high demand. Feeding time can also rhyme with a divine feline.
We are haunted by these little things. They’re little because we obsess from a distance.
Can you find it in your heart to give The Moon and this Tail another chance? It might be the most ill-fated of mysteries with its melodramas and luminous cat-calls. It burns all the sentimental bridges at night. As if our sense of direction is not unfaithful enough. Watching both pull and radiate is a satisfying juicy case of murder, intoxication, and tail whipping. If you didn’t drink until the wee hours, how would your inspirations know that you loved them? Let’s flagellate.
Between sanity and crazy, where do we catwalk? Sometimes in order to know the rules of a given playground, we have to work on both sides of the border. We should keep pushing. We scratch until we bleed. There’s a full moon to catch. There’s also blood in the moon.
The ultimate inspiration is the deadline.