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May 26, 2004

Animal Me

Like a shaggy old dog who has lost his eyesight
I walk into walls and I trip in the night.
I groan and I growl and I sigh and I pout,
Impatient for someone to come let me out.


I arch my back up and I hiss like a cat,
Or something equally delightful as that.
I claw at the drapes or I claw people's feet,
I'm ready to claw anybody I meet.


Snorting smoke through my nose, I scrape hooves on the ground,
And I sharpen my horns on this rock that I found.
I roar with contempt and smash things with my head,
Trampling others and leaving them dead.


Posted by kati at 10:38 AM

May 18, 2004

It's almost porn!

Kati: I'm not allowed to wear an underwire bra...
I actually forgot that I didn't have a bra on,
until I, well, sorta flashed you.
Robyn: Yeah, but it was kinda hot."

Tonight I shift and squirm uncomfortably with what seems like three rolls of medical tape pinching and pulling on my chest. I exaggerate, of course, but the tugging grows more annoying with each few minutes that pass. This is the result of the "Holter Monitor" that was given to me as a parting gift from the lovely people at Kaiser. This post was inspired by Robyn's suggestion of photographic
documentation. I had been tempted to photograph my echo, but did not. But Rob's right - we don't have these experiences all the time, and it's best to remember them.
As far as I'm concerned, all is well. I mean, my heart still beats every day ... and that's really the only standard I hold it to.

Posted by kati at 10:09 PM

May 13, 2004

E.xascerbating K.ati's G.nawing neurosis

Out of the clear blue sky -
Out of the clear blue sky drops the sun.
It crashes into the sea.

The shadows are longer, and nobody has to squint.
People are pulling on coats and scarves.
Adjusting their wooliest hats.
Scouring the backs of their closets for mittens.
Soon we’ll be able to see our own breath.
Feel our hearts beating high up in our throats.

As for me, I’m casting spells.
Trying to perfect my technique,
But not having the kind of success I was hoping for.
So far only the dizzy spells seem to be working.

Posted by kati at 11:32 AM

May 10, 2004

The other kind

How the hell could you confuse Neil Young and Neil Diamond?
They're not the same at all!

Spike Lee and Spike Jones?
Come on!

Van Morrison and Jim Morrison?
What about Morrissey?

What the hell is WRONG with you!?!

Go back to bed. Go back to bed and watch reruns of Columbo.
If that's all you're good for.
You'd put in the West Wing dvd if you could bother getting up.
The remote is nowhere in sight.
It's a sad day when you count the tv as your friend, isn't it?

They told me to shovel more coal in the boiler,
They told me to shovel more coal in the boiler,
They told me to shovel more coal in the boiler,
But that don't do no good.

Posted by kati at 02:36 PM

May 05, 2004

What's the frequency, Kenneth?

Everything I touch turns to shit.
I can ruin any good situation,
even the foolproof good things, I can screw those up.

I'm the master of my own sabotage,
never satisfied while there is still a glimmer of hope.
I will not rest until I have stamped it all out
Until there is nothing left to be happy about.

These are my skills. These are my talents.
But I can feel good because I am doing so well.
At this, at least.
It's the only special talent I have.
In every other aspect of my life, I am mediocre at best.

I have never had such a strong desire to throw myself off a bridge.

Posted by kati at 09:04 AM