We found the kittens in a dumpster behind the outlet mall. We liked to look through them in case anything good was thrown out. Sometimes we found clothes we could wear so it was always worth a look. But that night there were kittens.
We weren't sure what to do with them, Randy couldn't have pets since his dad hated animals (he hated pretty much everything) and Wallace was allergic. So it ended up being me, even though my mom hated cats. But we just knew they couldn't stay there in that dumpster; we weren't even sure how they got there to be honest. They had to be weaned, eyes open and bright, mewling and crawling actively. Some jerk must hav
Come little fly, come to me
Feast 'pon this poison honey
I've much to offer in this web of mine
A connection, a lifeline
Sweet words slip with the greatest ease-
With the intent to form trust, the intent to please.
I see the want behind your eyes
For the things you've never known
Things I give you readily
For a very small price
Your soul.
DoctumentaryoftheSheetsKitty by gutter-child, literature
Literature
DoctumentaryoftheSheetsKitty
Here we find the majestic though deadly SheetsKitty. A subspecies that long ago seperated itself from the evolutionary patterns of its close relatives the main species of sheetmaggot and one of the other subspecies, the sheetseric. The characteristics and behaviors differ as follows.
Behavior- Sheetskitty's are relatively laid back and calm, only hunting when their hunger is vocal, because half the time they are too lazy to give a crap beforehand. They are sociable creatures among others like them, but are shy and some times hostile around strangers. Sheetskittys can often be found in and around the main species of sheetmaggot, but are more
I am pointed and wooden, with one end metallic and silver
Pushed agaenst the paper I move, creating, driven by a high force
The ideas of this force spill forth from my tip, sprawling on the paper with dark lines
Her imagination is free with me in hand
If I make an error she forgives and merely rubs is away without a second thought
Then I continue, moving effortlessly over parchment, sometimes even over rock and flesh but never with the same beauty
I create the strange creatures of her mind, forming a thing that may only exist on paper, but it is real to me
Once she is done she places me away in a dark place
But I never hold any fear,