While i was in St. Thomas I saw a cat with the craziest eyes on the side of the road.
I feel like if there was a cat that could see into the future, it would be this cat.
His eyes were the color of the ocean in St. Thomas.
But it probably has cataracts or something, sadly.
ALL GLORY TO THE HYPNOCAT
Dude that’s no cat, what the fuck is that
THEY LOOK LIKE MOOD RINGS WHAT
I am. I always have been, and will be until this sphere has spun its last. Your lives flicker, burst into blazes of futility, and are extinguished like so many matches, while my candle burns on. Such has it been for millennia.
Call me Bastet, call me the Watcher, call me the black cat that crosses before your scurrying steps. Names have no meaning in languages that in relative moments will be dust. If you must remember one thing about me, remember this: I will be watching. I will be waiting. Pray that I never do otherwise.