the book of kat

which is more or less the scripture of the kat
part XII
now came the days when the breeze blew harder and stronger and faster and dare she say cooler than it once had not days before. it was also around this time when the doll enlisted help due to the fact that she was incapable of helping herself. and one day, when she out of her mind, he went into her palace to attend to her, and no one was inside. she caught him by his cloak and said, 'come lay awhile...just for a minute...it'll make us feel close...' this was not like her. on the other hand, he was intrigued. and then she continued. it was most likely due to the suffering that was inflicted during the siege - even the most gentle and sweetest of dolls will have no compassion on her own self and the worst part is there's not a damn thing anybody can do about it. even the most loveliest doll among wolves and snakes and lions - so premium that she would not venture to touch the ground with the sole of her foot - will begrudge the circus and inflict distress on you in your cities if you let her. if you do not carefully follow all the words that pour from her lips, you will be cursed until you are destroyed. you, who were as numerous as the stars in the sky will be left but few in number, because you did not obey. because the doll is good and sweet and kind, she has been known to look the other way when things are so terrible and look like they're getting worse. in the mornings you will say, 'if only it were evening,' and in the evenings you will say, 'if only it were the morning,' because of the terror that will fill your hearts and the sights that your eyes will see. this has happened once and she still hasn't quit yet. her cool breeze was once blowing steadily and then, out of nowhere, it stopped altogether. this she did not like. but, after some time passed and some punishments were lifted - the doll got exactly what she set out for - a few words. and before she knew it, things were ok again. one dusk, while the sun was running faster and faster, weather so fine a dozen angels could dance atop a pinhead - the doll sat with her breeze and breathed, 'i always tell them, never take it seriously. if you never take it seriously, you never get hurt. and if you never get hurt, you always have fun. you're never lonely when you're having fun.' it was then and there once she spoke those words that she realized she had neither said too much or too little, but just enough. and so she shut her lips like cherubs, put down her rocks and settled back in her glass house. and after a little time went by, she could touch him. and then she could lie by him. and then she could lie on him. and then she could kill him. and then she could kiss him. and then she could talk to him. and then she could calm him. and then he could calm her. and then he could help her.