the book of kat

which is more or less the scripture of the kat
part VI
now it came to pass the days when kat would catch falling stars and put them in her pocket. it was also getting to the point where things were no fun anymore. cool breeze had long since let the water run down her back and one night whimpered unto the wind, 'you have left me more dead than alive, o still point of the turning world.' things had returned to normal. back to ok. the day turned into afternoon and the afternoon into night. first came the drinks. then came the sound of wind, a rushing that was decided later it must have been caused by her mind escaping. she fell fast. adding to her loveliness was a new mysterious private suffering perfectly silent, visible in the blue puffiness beneath her eyes or the way the doll would sometimes wander, aimlessly. drunk and kissing the night sky, or smoking too many cigarettes, she was bound for a time without the fear. it could be friday evening, sunday in the afternoon - tuesday morning. one of those days, a cool breeze caught her. caught her right while she was spinning. while she was spun. he said, 'will you come see me thursday and saturdays?' if she didn't he promised her that if she went calling for him, the next day or forth, she would find him a grave man. so, to this the doll conjured up her strength and let the honey roll off of her tongue and into the air; 'razors pain you, rivers are damp - acid stains you and drugs cause cramps; guns aren't lawful - nooses give - gas smells awful, you might as well live.'