Fluffo
as Fluffo sees Fluffo
Fluffo
as everyone else
sees Fluffo
Fluffo
Commando Fluffo
Commando Fluffo Extraordinary
Bad Ass Commando Fluffo Extraordinary
Queen of the House of Victor
THE Queen of the House of Victor
a vapor of thought
mist on the horizon
figment of the imagination
did she ever really exist???
her humans wonder...
food disappears
fluffs of cinder hued fur blankets the floor
blurs sometimes out of the corner of eye
yet no concrete evidence
whether she is still of flesh and blood
or the essence of ghostly apparitions
THEN
the Christmas Day fiasco
her brilliantly executed creative revenge
furball fuzzball hairball of a nightmare
that has created her downfall into
the depths of purgatory
Commando Fluffo
captured...behind bars...tortured
delivered into the bowels of hell
Assaulted with twenty tubes
of seafood flavored
hairballs elimination lubricant
simply the bestest tasting gel ever
the label so shamelessly proclaims
pppppfffffffffffffffst!!!
spit spit spit te ou ee!!!
her toes curl up
her ears flatten out
her eyes glaze over
claws flying everywhere
she's a kittio on fire
passion driven
to
DESTROY
HOME sweet HOME
Even in the labyrinths of the underworld of human beds
there's no escaping the tubes of lubricating hell
and the bush monster that always finds her hiding place
day after day after day after day after day...
The enemy has been hiding in Victor's bookcase
of otherwise nifty guerrilla warfare tactics prose -
Commando Fluffo could smell the rat a mile away
after the fact...
she upchucked on his pages of lies
used them for a potty pan
he will deceive her no longer
with his cloak of invisibility
who is this crackpot Harry Potter anyway?
This invisible cloak thing
is a piece of propaganda crap!
humans always unrelentlessly find her
Psycho Fluffo's nightmares have nightmares of nightmares...
her demise from queendom to human bondage
her world has become a kaleidoscope of
confusion and delusion and deception and misconception
she's rethinking her thinking of thinking there are no options
she's beginning to see a glimmer of possibilities...
The End
is
Nowhere in Sight
Reading
The Dangers of Reading - Part 1 and Part 2
will give the foundation for this story
Postscript
Missed my posting last week. Jesse's my subject, but the inspiration and creativity on this one is as forth coming as turtles in a rock quarry. I don't want it to be his eulogy, his last hurrah on this earth in his old age, so it is still very much a current project, and hopefully a finished one in a week or two. I'm having fun with The Dangers of Reading, and hoping you are also. Zoe's my inspiration...although it's exaggerated slightly a lot...she does do all these things on one level or another. She's not a human yet, but I love giving her all those human qualities that make her such a bad ass, as that's not too far from her true nature.
