Sunday, December 23, 2007

what if all the stars are just an illusion
and the truth lies somewhere between here and china
i guess we better find something else to wish on
and start digging


Maat B' Oenito said...

Those aren't stars. They are the eyes of cats, laid shoulder-to-shoulder, whisker-to-whisker, slender feline torso -to- fat cat pile, creating the boundaries of known space.

Wishing is hopeless. Just throw up a mouse to the heavens and aim for anything but the black ones.

murl said...

maat you sure do have a way with words... especially when it comes to cats.