Wow.

Nina’s portrait really lives up to the advertisements.

Oh no don’t leave me alone.

I’ll keep it simple… (cuz god knows there’s another “interpretation of dreams” waiting to spew from my miraculous insight into all this and the universe and all that…LOL)

Will inscribes: “Oh No! Don’t Go! Don’t Leave me Lonely”

At first glance it seems trivial, but lets look deeper using my John Edward-esque like abilities… shall we? (I know your thinking, hell yes, enlighten me oh great one!)

Will has abandonment issues. It is as simple as that. My guess is that his father was absent or at the very least distant. To boot, his mother was an alcoholic. Also, he had some kind of chronic illness as a child, possibly circulatory, see… I’m seeing flowers, flowers indicate allergies, and that indicates, an allergy… (fuck that was a tough deduction!) he was isolated in a hospital with pneaumonia! Oh shit, that was me?

OH SHIT, will is pulling his energy back now… he’s not showing me pink flowers… so, i guess he doesn’t love you. bummer.

Now, let me read this little kitty…. Firstly, what the fuck is that third bowl for? I mean goddamn, what is that about? You’ve got your food and water dishes, but that third bowl… I don’t know about that shit.

I’m getting the impression that this cat is a male. I could be wrong. Did someone make a comment about cutting his balls off? He heard that. Also, he’s a sexy type, and the prospect of being de-balled has him hyper sexual in this picture. He needs desperately to mate. If this is a female cat, all I can tell you is, she’s a lesbian. A very sexual cat there. Then again, I think all cats are very sexual…. They can’t help it there just wired up like that. Take him and get him laid. It’s just a thing man. Handle it.

Also, I think a thought he was thinking in that picture was…

“What is the fucking deal with that man bag? The colors are all off and it is clashing with the everything… oh shit, it’s purely for utility! well, o.k.”

and he resolved his phobia of being stuffed in the man bag and started thinking about sex again.

That is all.

The Shit House Poet

P.S. I’m not too keen on the first pic, but that second picture with the inscription is definitely worth the goddamn hassle and shenanigans. Clearly, will is a mother fucker of invention. Oh yeah, I have to take back all that bad shit i wrote about him. Sorry will.

I had to lol… This is fantastic! your writing skills and good humor are terrific and your story is a complete hoot!!! I think you and charles ought to think about searching the city for more opportunities… to write about the everyday stuff most leave undiscovered. Reading between the lines is an art itself. Too many people pass by the most amazing stuff & happenings… but you seem to get it! You have perspective on your side, and seem to have a sensitive constitution… while at the same time, you exhibit sanity! You have left me wanting more!