Thursday, June 25, 2009

up you wake

the morning madhouse doesn't sound like this

i had a cat called spike lee. i was the one that won the competition to name him, something that i feel perhaps remained a sore point for longer than it should

but it was the perfect name for him. because he was little, and black, and bug eyed

and it was 1994

and that's the truth, ruth

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