“I don’t play monsters. I play men besieged by fate and out for revenge.”
Stardate: 28160.7
Dear Diary,
Today was went out to Lake Tyers. We caught two fish. We went to Shelly Beach and got treasures.
My Beautiful Picture
Wilhelmina Beatrice Rahner
[1875-1943]
Bess Houdini
I don't like those high-class cats that purr
on the couch in the parlor.
I adore cats that have turned wild,
their hair standing on end.
They hunt birds, prowl,
roam the streets like demons.
They cast their wild eyes at you,
ready to pounce on your face.
Have you noticed that female cats in the wild
are always pregnant?
Obviously, they think of
nothing but love.
Picasso's cats
by Amy Schreibman Walter
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