dawn

A cat doesn’t know that you’re taking a shit, he just thinks you’re sitting down.

So of course,he wants in.

Fuck it man, my hands are clean, come in here.

He doesn’t want any food, he’s not looking to play,, he’s just..

He’s fucking glad you’re home.

He’s glad you didn’t murder anyone and get hauled off to prison.

Little fucker is glad you’re there..

And it’s a great time for a moment of connection, after a day.

A little reminder to come down 👇

(ain’t so bad)

No… It’s not.

I whine a lot,but it’s not really that bad..

Day number two of audiobooks, Mr.Bukowski in my ears 👂

I’m afraid that it’s affecting, last thing you should ever do is mimic..

BUT!

I realized,, I’ve turned away from true crime.

The moment I read someone that had truly interesting brain activity?

Fuck those monsters.

Killers and rapists, arsonists and sad childhoods..

Fuck all them…

Nothing worth noticing, noticing in admiration,, you notice out of curiosity and personal safety…

But to fixate?

(you like what’s weird)

I do…

I like thinking about it.

I don’t like thinking about monsters.

So…I hope that phase is over.

Now, I hope I get a hardon for writers and poets.. because that’s creation.

That other shit..that other shit garbage…

Hey kitty, I’m glad to see you too ☺️