Cats Choose Us; We Don't Own Them

The Question Of What We Are Can Only Be Answered By Ourselves. We Each Decide What We Are By The Life Choices We Make. How We Were Made, Who Are Parents Are, Where We Are From, The Color Of Our Skin, Who We Choose To Love, All Those Things Do Not Define Us. Our Actions Define Us, And Will Keep Defining Us Until Even After Death.

I Felt Like I Was Hobbling, Like One Oof The Old Crones From Act I Of Macbeth - God Knows My Hair Felt Scraggy Enough That I Must Have Looked The Part.

Plus, According To My Mother, Memories Change Like People Do, Especially If There's Enough Alcohol Involved-aphrodite

Eyes Watching Always Shadows In Shadows They Wait A Black Feather Falls First Accepted, Loved Then Betrayed-spit In The Face Vengeance Sweet Like Dots.

That Don't Look Good," Kramisha Said. "not Good At All." She Paused And Then Her Eyes Went From Me To Heath, Whose Attention Was So Focused On Me I Swear He Didn't Look Like He Would Notice If A Giant White Elephant In A Tutu Danced Around The Room. "ain't That The Human Kid Who Was Down Here Before?