oppressed part II |
please undersand, i do not write this to complain about the gato...no, your humble narrator intends only to transmit these reports as a means of understanding the component parts of a greater story......
Posted by vic ruggiero on Thu, 18 Oct 2007 02:09:00 PST |
oppressed |
the little one is always hungry...he moves the suitcase off of the top of a pickle bucket that contains his food...the suitcase is heavy...there is a cardboard box on top of it...he moves it all...he ...
Posted by vic ruggiero on Mon, 15 Oct 2007 01:09:00 PST |
an intersection |
in a cool spring morning stupor upon my couch, a friend of mine discovered a strange thing...he heard coming from the kitchen a small voice...sounding much like a cat's meow, but he could not deny tha...
Posted by vic ruggiero on Wed, 06 Jun 2007 12:30:00 PST |
that rumbling isn't purring |
3 gatos circle in the kitchen...their tails up like shark fins...their paws and claws, "tick tack tick tack" on the linoleum...the refrigerator door is open, the food bucket on its side, the extra bag...
Posted by vic ruggiero on Mon, 12 Mar 2007 11:18:00 PST |
mercury in retrograde |
mercury in retrograde"there is no use i've had a headache all week""indeed, the winter is cold and i cannot clean the dishes"the gatos were suffering from the malaise which the mercury retrograde effe...
Posted by vic ruggiero on Sun, 25 Feb 2007 11:33:00 PST |
pierre shows his roots |
"i was just lookin at what you put on the slackers myspace blog",said rudy ,"i don't come off like that much of a post-modern nerd do i?""ha ha...what do you THINK of yourself?",said tyson ,"all that ...
Posted by vic ruggiero on Sat, 27 Jan 2007 04:47:00 PST |
death to all infadels |
It was a cold night... gatos had been working for hours now,"gimme the camera!" said agent punky,"you dont know what you're doing!"...rudy scowled like he had just tasted bad wine..."listen!" said rud...
Posted by vic ruggiero on Sun, 14 Jan 2007 01:50:00 PST |
a smart cat |
In my universe there is no hope,only an old, blue grey cat,who suddenly kittenlike,knocks over a vase full of chrysanthemums.There's a good song playing on the radio,in the dead eye of a long winter's...
Posted by vic ruggiero on Mon, 08 Jan 2007 06:28:00 PST |
a prison |
gatos get prepared for sleep under a comfortable suburban bush...little one looks toward the house it sits in front of...thru the window he sees the family finishing the remains of dinner, the old man...
Posted by vic ruggiero on Sun, 31 Dec 2006 02:14:00 PST |
Assorted Arrivals |
days had passed, the days turned into weeks... there was no sign of gatos anywhere ... a new agent had to be sent into the field to serch for the missing operatives... his name-Pierre 013 - orphaned a...
Posted by vic ruggiero on Thu, 28 Dec 2006 01:16:00 PST |
