the book of kat

which is more or less the scripture of the kat
part XIX
now came the days and more recently nights, when the doll pointed up to the sky and commanded; 'there are all sorts of snakes slithering 'bout my ankles and i do not appreciate it. no good deed goes unpunished, i can dig that - but i will not be made a fool of. and if that's what this breeze,' she said, swirling the air like cotton candy with her fingertip, 'then he will surely pay until his last breath. put bank on it.'
and then, like a clap, it was all over. she opened her big, glassy, doll eyes and everything was ok. she even heard the smallest noise, which was described as being like that of 'shadows flashing' and it sounded something along the lines of; 'boo hiss - hanging is too good for him, he is a rotter - we discard him.' one day, a long long time ago, the doll knew this breeze of who the shadows, skies, winds, moons, up aboves, thunder and people spoke of. once. a long time ago.
one day she was the last person left who could possibly speak on his behalf and so she said; 'this cool breeze character you speak of is no more. believe you me, he is a creep. there are people in this world that will not hurt you, i have found, and i like to call them corpses. if he is anything now, he is a corpse to me, because he is forgotten to me and therefore no longer in a position to cause hurt unto your humble narrator, the good doll. i did call on to him once, though. i bid him to lose me and find himself; and only when he had denied me would i return unto him. i will warn you, aside from a fetching bruised ego on a sweet angel, this doll denied him. 'i will be no one's caged bird.' and then she purred, 'o, i have an ill-divining soul. i can see him clearly, below me, as one dead in the bottom of a tomb: the house of breeze, truly that is a name that holds absoultely no value with me. he hath burnt his last bridge.'
and someone, someone who she knew of, spoke of and thought often of but had never seen, stepped out of the crowd, lit a cigarette and with heavy-lidded eyes gave her a nod and a wink, saying, more or less; 'doll, sweet doll who is gracious and kind and understands many great things, i was you once. i was the lonely. why they choose to be afraid of you is beyond me. you're just a bird. what's so scary about a goddamn bird?'
and after he said that, she realized he was a charmer and let the honey flow forth. 'if only he knew how long i had waited for him - how the way he speaks could take away my storm, he'd probably call the cops and get a restraining order.' she looked at the sky and then to the shadows. 'as much as i hate myself, i hate him more. and as much as i hate my life, i hate his too - i just can't seem to teach myself to ignore him. he is that cool breeze who drives me crazy, he's the one who gives me the looks like save me and as of late; he is that one creep who, for his sake, should keep his distance until i calm down again.' and her charmer glittered and told her she was an absolute sweetheart and didn't deserve this as she was too precious. and she didn't ever have to worry about getting hurt by him anymore.