metanoia's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My Cheshire Cat I had a Cheshire Cat once. But I couldn't keep him. He was a secret pet, anyway, and I couldn't show him off at all. But, it was really great when we were alone together, because it seemed like he almost understood me - and most people (or cats) don't. Oh, he was selfish, of course. And he drank a little too much. And sometimes the self loathing was a bit wearying. The moody self-destructive tendencies just added to his charm. And that little smiley smirk that glowed in the dark. I had a Cheshire Cat once. But I couldn't keep him. He never really belonged to me, anyway. 4:11 p.m. - 2010-06-22 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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