the book of kat

which is more or less the scripture of the kat
part XXII
now came to pass the days of the doll, when she was to have a great party thrown in her own accord. it was also the last days of the doll in the city. for reasons unknown to her she was continuously being called unto the great and elite hills of primrose by the venemous cool breeze. beguiled yet again, the doll was in a trap.she did not trust him. yet, he pushed on. he took her to the mount of olives, early in the morning. and all the people of the temple came to him and sat down at his feet. and the doll was watching in the midst.the night of her party finally came. cool breeze spoke not one word as if struck by illness. this the doll did especially not like. she felt all alone. she went onto the skies, in a place where she knew the vile breeze would hear her and shook her finger; "i am going away and he will seek me and he shall die in his sin. where i am going he cannot come."and the skies said, "will she kill herself, since she is saying, 'where i go, he cannot come'?"and she smiled. "he is from below, i am from above. he is of this world, i am not of this world. i told you that you would die in your sins, unless you believe that i am who i say i am."and cool breeze by this time had heard enough and he said, "who are you?""i am merely an angel." the breeze laughed. "why do you not understand what i say? it is because you cannot bear to hear my word. you are of your father, the devil, and your will is to do your father's desires. he was a murderer from the beginning and has nothing to do with the truth because there is no truth in him. when you lie, you speak out of your own character, for your a liar and from a father of lies. but because i tell the truth, you cannot stand me. truly, truly, i say to you, before the skies, i am." and he picked up a stone to throw at her, but by then she was gone and truly alone.

THIS WEKE: A DREDFUL PREMEONISION

THIS WEKE: A DREDFUL PREMEONISION
a darkenning CLOAKE, most often sene as brown or whhite, desend over the land of the beat - over skid row and down freak alley GRATE blak KLOUDS gather abov the dolls makeshift pied-à-terre a huge KROW land on window sill tap on the pane and squawk "NEVERMORE" o wot is the OKASION of this bleek and trubling xampel of PATHETIC FALASEY?
it is the moament as peots vissioneries starry eyeds ect fere the dredful HOUR hav arived yes it is time yet agane for
the kosmick justice of the skies and shadows
hiss!
yes mi deres it is a fereful BOAR all souls of shambles asemble and point fingers
hello doll how are you dere girl sa the good sir as the doll and her disciples settel and cool breeze of the elite hills of PRIMSORE begin poketing ashtrays clocks xpensive toys and breeze is getting on our nerves, not like that is news to ANYONE nowadays
kan i get you some tea or koffe befor the storm start he sa and we all SHAK OUR SKINS no as breeze has sent promises to us all and filled our heads with DREAMS of brown and white and GLASS but cool breeze stirs not
this is a bit strange as ushually breeze snap his fingers for glamrous sugarpuffs like ANABEL or SUSIE Q or even sometimes the DOLL and they bring us everything our DREAMS DESIRE like drinks and druggs and it is goodnite vienna
to wit the breeze has been awfully FLIGHTLY and making all of us on SKID ROW awfully nervous mostly peopel sa he is SICK wich the doll does not doubt
and then the geezer launch into the DREDFUL TRUTH dere me chapps and dolls i hav nevver known anething like is he sa with ASHEN FACE this city is kolapsing belts titening kut our kloth akordingley trimm out the FAT
and with that a rudey faced bloke burst thruough the doors he shout O ILL DIVINING BREEZE YOU ARE A COMIN WITH ME
and so it is that the doll and her disciples, the DEAD with STARS fer EYES find themselfs looking out the window at a RANE SOAKED breeze on the corner of ______________ and ________________ klutching ABSOLUTELY NUFINK, not even his DIGGINITY, worth less than £5 plus the wate of his TRIBULATIONS aganst the doll pushing down upon him
kan it be the good breeze is all alone?
sumwhere in a nabering drugden the apauling rotter stare out on the sky and think of the doll and he begin to HOWL....

clouds

Rows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I've looked at clouds that way

Moons and junes and ferris wheels
The dizzy dancing way you feel it
As every fairy tale comes real
I've looked at clouds that way

But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on everyone
So so many things I could've done
But clouds

Angeldust gets in your eyes your hair
On acid stars your getting there
My bodys assembled into
A little itty bitty gift to you
When you die I've looked at life that way

But now it's just another show
You leave 'em laughing when you go
So so don't let them inside, don't let them know
Don't give yourself away

But now my friends are acting strange
They shake their heads man they say I've changed
well Well something's lost; rearranged
I've looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
I'ts just illusions I recall

the book of kat

which is more or less the scripture of the kat
part XXI
now came to pass the days when the doll was more difficult than usual and could even pass as the new shorthand for 'drug-addled vagabond.' she was feral, sharp-tongued and always on edge. no, she wasn't on edge, she was over the edge. the doll, despite what her wise lion had forewarned, had been up and out smoking foilies with the one person you're not supposed to do foilies with. she had blackened fingertips, the indelible ink of a deadbeat. she was in the mindset of a ____________ and you cannot simply turn that off like tap. beseeched by the sugary sweet breeze, she ______-ed, having been up all night, after creeping around primitive arcadian glades and all things lovely. he led her, by hand and foot, then and there, to the glasshouse from which none who enters ever returns, down the road from which there is no coming back. and she wallowed, upon hazy realization, as she was underneath a veil of disco dust, where she stood, 'i'm hurt.'
and then the parasitic breeze shook his skull and wept, 'no, you're not, i'm hurt more.' sensing the doll was deigning to bite her tongue, the greay lion of skid row stepped forth and dropped a bushel of curses upon him. 'o ill-divining breeze of the hills, who is vicious and self-loathing, keep your distance. you have angered the doll, and in turn, angered the skies. for, your treason against the doll is enough to send you to the ninth circle of hell. if you do not heed my warning and continue playing the doll as if she were a game of cards, as if she doesn't see through us all, surely you will perish.'
cool breeze, having not really thrown caution to any cautionings in the past, listened very carefully and did not look amused. this is probably because he is cancerous. what he did not understand, though, is the doll's sweethearted nature. and, finally, after enough time had passed, he joined the doll's side. as she was seated on her thrown of ______________, lion on her left, breeze on her right; the shadows spoke, whispering something along the lines of, 'do not fret, good doll, for i will look after you and call you baby.' after all, there were days and nights to be enjoyed as never before.
looking to her disciples, she purred, 'après nous, le deluge.'



*after us, the flood.

the book of kat

which is more or less the scripture of the kat
part XX
now came to pass the days when there was a great wake throughout the city - from the elite hills of primrose all the way to down an' out alley, back to skid row and all the hidden albion glades inbetween. the doll had been up all hours, looking about thirty shades of mess; walking into streetsign posts and that - she was beat. she was hanging around a lot of bad types, see. a lot of mean people, a lot of nutters. to wit, the skies cast a terrible storm, one of which having sent forth all the little cruel-tongued crabs and ill-willed snakes of which the doll, being a bird of the day, did not appreciate. sugarcakes did not deserve to be beguiled as such and commanded the up aboves to look after her and remove her from the ground thus, as she would surely be ripped wing from wing. she asked, begged and pleaded to be put back in the sky where she belonged and therefore withdrawn from those who had said, thought and acted out against her. 'now i bid you all,' she was above them now, 'lose me and find yourselves; and only when you have all denied me will i return to you.'

THIS WEKE: THE GOSPELL AKORDING TO THE DOLL

THIS WEKE: THE GOSPELL AKORDING TO THE DOLL
on okasion the up aboves pause to wonder at the trajektory of the GRATE MUSE and unrekwited OBJEKT OF FUCKERY, yours truly ms dollface the KAT.
now it is a modern spell is it not i mene ther is nevver a qiet moment for the star krost twiglet bomshel perhaps i did something teribel in a past life i do certainly hav the hair for it
this weke howefer hav surpast even KATS ushual standads of katastrofer AS YOU WIL SEE
firstley she apere around evry dark corner smoking and doing all sorts of powdery drugs going YAR BOO i like drugs LET ME LIVE wots this streetpost doing here hav i gon MENTAL?
i the doll is sorely confused as to wot events i mene i hav grate LUVS for all things fun xpecally the BROUN and abit of the WITE to wake you up in the morning times hem hem and thrice hem
howefer KLOSER XAMINASION revele the truth the wobely from late last yere is the doing of the dredful parasitik wede cool sniveling snake the breez pore me he sa stone me i sa an so it goes. he then advise m,e to play anover brefe voluntary note on the GLASS TROMBONE an tel secerets to the one purrson you shuld really think twice about teling secerets to
one hopes the dredful winjing roter got a good few bob for betraying the luverley hem hem sweeter than SUGAR hem hem grashious most hem ewer in the world in space
this bring us to the SEKOND devvelopment in the kontinueing SOPE OPERA that is kats life.
TO WIT: the pathetic breez hav been appointed to the high CORT of the skies as one of the two having kept a steady cash FLOW. if caught doing anyfing BAD they wil surely punish him thus;
'...10000000 years in the CHOKEY take him awa from her i onley wish libberal do gooders hav not robbed her of the ULTIMET SANKTION the city hav known of you for awhile nd i shuold fondley wish to see him pump his nockers and singe a song of sixpence...'
but it is all in VANE as the wimpering COOL BREEZE is being draged away the doll will howl in the tradisional maner and her eyes will meet his akross the way O DARLING DOLL KAN YOU EVER LUV A ROTTER LIKE ME they seem to say xept one eye is looking at her and the other is looking for her and she's no CHARM herself she had a small 'LIVENER' seek disco dust on the way and she is totally QATER TO THREE but he peresevers
now with a hevy HART the doll lowers her eyes and turn away...

THIS WEKE: THEY SED I HAD TO PLAY WITH THE CARDS I WAS DEALT; I SED NO NO....OH OK THEN

THIS WEKE: THEY SED I HAD TO PLAY WITH THE CARDS I WAS DEALT; I SED NO NO....OH OK THEN
sometimes the doll wonder dejektedley is she is the last person on ERTH sides the wise of lions of perspective who hav a clue wot is going on i mene everbode apere to be kompleatley off their CHUMPS these days.
TO WIT:
this weke the undergroun WORLD ov the TREES diskover that infektious paresite and lifer from the ELITE HILLS of PRIMSORE cool breeze hav babeyshabled the sweet LEMONPOP yet agane
as of LATE he has advanced and SURPRISE SURPRISE stomped all over the doll GOOD HEVENS stone me wot wos he thinking such a TERIBEL desison is an absolut FOOL eror BOO HISS he is a roter hang him the luverly sugarbird tried her hardest
thus the unfortunat breeze has kised goodby to any life on EASEY STRETE (not skid row) spending doll royelties from her preshious word. so for the ILL-STARED breze it is ure dead to me you creep i wash my hands of you cheeres and kis kis;
'...o derest darling pass me a drink i hav jus spent hours chassing DRAGONS o sunshine i am feeling at my wurst wot shold i do? o doll is ther somthing bovering you surly if ther wos anyfing i culd do to make you HAPEY it would be my plesure but first i will need a PARP or TWELVE off the leggendery GLASS TROMBONE of korse.
this is no news to anyone they are well awar of how good an NICE an grashious the doll has been i am abel to revele his PUNISHMENT will be rather DRAKONIAN as you will see chiz chiz...
"in the event that this COOL BREZE character send the GOOD DOLL to a mental BRAKEDOWN to wit the apauling flyblown toe rag CREEP mr. breez shal be entitled to the FOLOWING from the partey of the FIRST PART to wit the deliteful hem hem BEATIFUL hem hem X 100000 sensasion and monster, MS DOLLFACE:
1.) one bag fizzy candies
2.) one siley mess of poetery about oluv trees and brakin glas and that
3.) 'luverly dust' (twice the size of a pea on DOWN an OUT alley)
apart from the KOSMIK JUSTIC that shal desend upon his shoulders, ABSOLUTELY 0, nofink, squat."
the doll is sure you will agre this is KRUEL BUT FARE.