Imagine the feeling of knowing for sure you love a man whom you’ve never met, who in fact lived in a time before you were even born. Imagine still that man was William S. Burroughes. And imagine that love maximized by a thousand cat whiskers when you realize he loves cats as much as you/I do.
“Only thing can resolve conflict is love, like I felt for Fletch and Ruski, Spooner, and Calico. Pure love. What I feel for my cats present and past.
Love? What is it?
Most natural painkiller what there is.
Read The Cat Offers Itself here via VICE. This is such a good day.