indoor_cats skinny let the cat outside when she dies the morning emits a blinding white light from your hands shuffling about in the refridgerator door the tedium of indoor life the germs on the kitchen floor shift in circles on your eyes god makes bulldozers of heaven clears the land into nothing the trees and the houses the birds and the buildings are now a soft silver screen an extension of ourselves played out like mix drink dreams 041101 ... mourninglight . 041101 what's it to you? who go blather from