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I love little kids. They make me relize that there is hope for humanity. And that a lot of cool amazing and powerful people have died and gone but it just keeps on going, people are born every second of every day of every week of every month of every year of every century. and it gives me inspiration and hope. I aint saying im any sort o' revolutionary. But i do like to help with causes i belive in, and i know that people comming into the world as i write may or may not have a similar view. Sometimes the worlds gonna end for me, and other days its just getting started. There is so much to do and say and think and *feel. It amazes me of the oppritunites i have. Which makes me feel really fucking lucky. A lot of things make me feel lucky.
I remember that cat we had once whos name was Lucky. He was grey, and mind you, this was back when we lived in that squat on 3 street named bulletspace. Anyhow, back then we had many many cats. We got a free cat named crystal and then we let her outside (like we did with all our cats) and she came back pregnant. She had about 3 litters before she ran away. I remember we had to give A LOT of them away. But we did keep one who we named CJ (crystal juinor) We didnt always have enough food for all the kittys so some died, i have a lot of sad memories from those times of dead kittys. Its like my mom tried to hide they're deaths from robin me and alita. I guess it didnt bother us as much as it did to her. It only really botherd us when we saw them dead on the floor bloody intestines and all. Or the ones she tried to hide in the freezer. Psycopath. Poor little kittys. I have good memories too though. Like when we would all make the bed and CJ and Felix would somehow be underneath the sheet and we could see they're bodys scurring. Then we let them out of course. Or that time when Crystal had her first little alita was 7 i was 5 and robin was 12. And we all peaked behind to see them.
good days did come in that hole in the wall.
I remember that cat we had once whos name was Lucky. He was grey, and mind you, this was back when we lived in that squat on 3 street named bulletspace. Anyhow, back then we had many many cats. We got a free cat named crystal and then we let her outside (like we did with all our cats) and she came back pregnant. She had about 3 litters before she ran away. I remember we had to give A LOT of them away. But we did keep one who we named CJ (crystal juinor) We didnt always have enough food for all the kittys so some died, i have a lot of sad memories from those times of dead kittys. Its like my mom tried to hide they're deaths from robin me and alita. I guess it didnt bother us as much as it did to her. It only really botherd us when we saw them dead on the floor bloody intestines and all. Or the ones she tried to hide in the freezer. Psycopath. Poor little kittys. I have good memories too though. Like when we would all make the bed and CJ and Felix would somehow be underneath the sheet and we could see they're bodys scurring. Then we let them out of course. Or that time when Crystal had her first little alita was 7 i was 5 and robin was 12. And we all peaked behind to see them.
good days did come in that hole in the wall.