Kitty's blog: "tutti fuckin fruitti"

ahhh tha only good girl is a dead girl, talking mad gibberish, we like our house, barbeque... Im still kinda glad ya were born stooopid... I calls em like I sees em:

Murder

Black feet black wings
mirrors gone cloudy
lost fairest of them all reflections
watched our freefall,
having devolved past primal
cut to the center, soul born from dead embers
ashes, once kindled, rose fast burnt away
tha cobwebs and debris, cleared path to tha core
impossibly infinite- blinking stars reflected on crystal water
endless soul stretches wings incarnate
wings shake ice free unfurl
dirty and gossamer, strong as steel
all light and shadow... echo laughing and crying
uncloud mirror, mind, crystal ball

long time, Baby