everything, like my cat. I'm looking
for someone to scratch my back. I want to
leave my impression  on  them. But it is
the shape of a hand, and the color red -

like a slap on the face. Well, better their
face then mine. But even that brutality wears
off over time. I'm just going to molt. And they can
save my casing to pack what I had into it -

as a sausage link. And tie a knot
at the end. They get so repulsed. It's like
I'm leaving my ***** on the leg of the
couch. So, they open the window -

to air the rancid smell out. I've cough up
enough fur hairballs in my time that if I glued
them together they'd make  a sabretooth
tiger. There's a lot of interesting pieces entangled

between the ***** and spit. Even with the shards
poking out like ****** looking for something to
insert themselves into -
I see them wise and beautiful!