Topic: Heaviside has radio silence (Read 78 times)
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Heaviside has radio silence « Thread Started on Jul 27, 2008, 11:32pm »
"Why won't you come through?"
Delilah was alone, as far as she knew, and was looking up at the mid-afternoon sky, most likely addressing The Everlasting Cat, or meaning to.
"You know, you make pretty daisies, pretty daisies...but you're maintaining radio silence. And my salvation."
She moved her white feet in the junkyard dust so that she turned in little circles that stirred up little dust-puffs that would dirty her fur, for all she cared, as she spoke her broken, nearly schizophrenic thoughts aloud,
"Life's a comedy, and the hostage is me...gotta crucify myself every day...and how come I can pick my friends but not my enemies, 'cause the only enemy I see is in shattered mirrors looking back at me...and you still make those pretty daisies, so pay the ransom."
She put her scarred arms out to the side like a ballerina, making unskilled little hops through the dirt, climbing up on a mound of junk to feel the wind above blow up through the fur on her back.
"And one day someone who'll be my lovely hooligan is gonna come by and smash my pan so that I can see right through..."
She rolled over she she was sitting on the mound of junk, looking up at the sky, her own dark interior beneath her frosty blue eyes wishing for the silver clouds to come take her away,
"And then I can see right through my little blue window."
No matter how much I beg, plead, and cry, I do not, nor will I ever own CATS. It belongs to RUG, Andrew Lloyd Webber, and TS Elliot. If any of the above people ask me to take off anything/delete this site(God, I hope they don't) I gladly will.