Wrong/Not Wrong

piney_ghost — Sat, 09 Dec 2006 08:18:18 GMT

Chronicle of the Rain by Rafael Pérez Estrada

piney_ghost — Fri, 08 Dec 2006 06:17:30 GMT

One of her nipples was red, tepid, carnal; the other, blue, looked

made for death's caress. They also brought to mind the luxuri-

ous faucets of a porcelain tub.

There's a story of a woman who was devoured by the moon. It's

said that her cries were made of silver.

Never write the words "tiger" and "dove" in the same line, for

the first may devour the second.

I was fascinated by the cloud the farmer kept anchored to the

door of his shack: "It's very docile," he explained, "and we milk

it three times a week. That's all the land needs."

I knew that he had assassinated the sea, for his hands were

stained blue.

"That swan is a rapist!" the frightened girl shouted at me, point-

ing at the erect neck of a ferocious swan. And I, who through

some strange interference shared her dreams, proposed at that

instant that we exchange nightmares.

The girls came running: "The sea, the sea!" they shouted.

"There's a wave made of gold!"

I asked her to, I asked her like a child asking for the impossible: she

took off her shoes and clothes and walked all night long on the sea.

It was a forest of infinite trees, and each tree had a swing, and

in each swing was a dead child waiting to be resurrected.

A boy whose eyes were darkening asked me, "When I die, will

the sea cease to exist?" I chose not to disillusion him.

The Cat Came Back

piney_ghost — Mon, 04 Dec 2006 01:44:00 GMT

Old Mister Johnson had troubles of his own
He had a yellow cat which wouldn't leave its home;
He tried and he tried to give the cat away,
He gave it to a man goin' far, far away.

But the cat came back the very next day,
The cat came back, we thought he was a goner
But the cat came back; it just couldn't stay away.
Away, away, yea, yea, yea

The man around the corner swore he'd kill the cat on sight,
He loaded up his shotgun with nails and dynamite;
He waited and he waited for the cat to come around,
Ninety seven pieces of the man is all they found.

But the cat came back the very next day,
The cat came back, we thought he was a goner
But the cat came back; it just couldn't stay away.
Away, away, yea, yea, yea

He gave it to a little boy with a dollar note,
Told him for to take it up the river in a boat;
They tied a rope around its neck, it must have weighed a pound
Now they drag the river for a little boy that's drowned.

But the cat came back the very next day,
The cat came back, we thought he was a goner
But the cat came back; it just couldn't stay away.
Away, away, yea, yea, yea

He gave it to a man going up in a balloon,
He told him for to take it to the man in the moon;
The balloon came down about ninety miles away,
Where he is now, well I dare not say.

But the cat came back the very next day,
The cat came back, we thought he was a goner
But the cat came back; it just couldn't stay away.
Away, away, yea, yea, yea

He gave it to a man going way out West,
Told him for to take it to the one he loved the best;
First the train hit the curve, then it jumped the rail,
Not a soul was left behind to tell the gruesome tale.

But the cat came back the very next day,
The cat came back, we thought he was a goner
But the cat came back; it just couldn't stay away.
Away, away, yea, yea, yea

The cat it had some company one night out in the yard,
Someone threw a boot-jack, and they threw it mighty hard;
It caught the cat behind the ear, she thought it rather slight,
When along came a brick-bat and knocked the cat out of sight

But the cat came back the very next day,
The cat came back, we thought he was a goner
But the cat came back; it just couldn't stay away.
Away, away, yea, yea, yea

Away across the ocean they did send the cat at last,
Vessel only out a day and making water fast;
People all began to pray, the boat began to toss,
A great big gust of wind came by and every soul was lost.

But the cat came back the very next day,
The cat came back, we thought he was a goner
But the cat came back; it just couldn't stay away.
Away, away, yea, yea, yea

On a telegraph wire, sparrows sitting in a bunch,
The cat was feeling hungry, thought she'd like 'em for a lunch;
Climbing softly up the pole, and when she reached the top,
Put her foot upon the electric wire, which tied her in a knot.

But the cat came back the very next day,
The cat came back, we thought he was a goner
But the cat came back; it just couldn't stay away.
Away, away, yea, yea, yea

The cat was a possessor of a family of its own,
With seven little kittens till there came a cyclone;
Blew the houses all apart and tossed the cat around,
The air was full of kittens, and not a one was ever found.

But the cat came back the very next day,
The cat came back, we thought he was a goner
But the cat came back; it just couldn't stay away.
Away, away, yea, yea, yea

The atom bomb fell just the other day,
The H-Bomb fell in the very same way;
Russia went, England went, and then the U.S.A.
The human race was finished without a chance to pray.

But the cat came back the very next day,
The cat came back, we thought he was a goner
But the cat came back; it just couldn't stay away.
Away, away, yea, yea, yea

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piney_ghost — Thu, 30 Nov 2006 08:05:34 GMT

.... stuff will go here.

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Wrong/Not Wrong

Chronicle of the Rain by Rafael Pérez Estrada

The Cat Came Back

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