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In my dream it crept then lapped across the stream in which my boyfriend the photo- grapher was expounding on new ideas for grinding lenses.  Large black dragging teats and sloping back, with brown knobs tumors protruding from its chest and shoulder. Then it stopped and fell there across the rivulet. The size of a carry-on bag, fur matted fake and flakey as it peeled in places.  Who ran to it? I did and touched grit and hair and bumps. Thinking: Get it to the vet We can take it home I can nurse it back to health. Jim said: I’m not sure it’s a cat….. This confusion.  Is it a cat? Or something we do not know yet, an oddity exhausted, too far gone, ready to birth new ideas and breeds the like of which we’ve never seen.  I would like to make it my pet or if too far gone wear its little pelt.
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Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 7:15 AM UTC
It was a cat? November 9th, 2016
In my dream it crept then lapped across the stream in which my boyfriend the photo- grapher was expounding on new ideas for grinding lenses.  Large black dragging teats and sloping back, with brown knobs tumors protruding from its chest and shoulder. Then it stopped and fell there across the rivulet. The size of a carry-on bag, fur matted fake and flakey as it peeled in places.  Who ran to it? I did and touched grit and hair and bumps. Thinking: Get it to the vet We can take it home I can nurse it back to health. Jim said: I’m not sure it’s a cat….. This confusion.  Is it a cat? Or something we do not know yet, an oddity exhausted, too far gone, ready to birth new ideas and breeds the like of which we’ve never seen.  I would like to make it my pet or if too far gone wear its little pelt.
Reviving the concept - the personal is  political.
d-lowell-wilder
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Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 7:15 AM UTC
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