the book of kat

which is more or less the scripture of the kat
part XIII
now came the days when there was no peace for the wicked - which meant there was especially no peace for the neighborhoods of the elite hills of primrose, skid row and so on and so forth. there was also no peace for the doll's mind. many a night did she stay up, sometimes for no reason at all. finally, one day, she heard word that her one and only the cool breeze in the flesh was trapped in a cage and practically on display. the doll, who at times can be a straight up grouch if she's seen a little of the white or even the brown; however, at this time she was feeling exceptionally worried and so she made no haste. cool breeze was more than fulfilled when he realized which sugarpop was standing on his front porch because it was the sugarpop, the one and only. by this time, though, her feet were bare, cut and bloodied. she stopped and said, 'here i go - telling secrets to the one person you're not supposed to tell secrets to,' handing him her words over and found the nearest floor to take sleep. once she had, cool breeze began to read, "this doll has written this, having been up all night, after climbing the pyramid of the sun (la pyrimida de la sol) and at times i find myself wondering about astrology, i don't know how many you people belive in it, but i am a capricorn - the most philosophical of all the signs. but i don't buy into it, i think it's a bunch of bullshit, myself. but i will tell you this, i don't know what will happen, so i wanna have my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames..." and by that time she had woken up, snatched it real quick out of his hands and cursed him beyond belief. she took it back, of course. there are sunflowerlions to think of.