Na' aah!

As a Lord and CPR expert, I find the previous post highly offensive, even if it was I, that I originally wrote it, and eventually posted it on the vastly big, occasionally overcrowded, often spectacularly vacant, world of the Internet.
May the large number of commas used in this post be a lesson to the fool and immature younger version of me.

Lord, Save Me, Lord

Our Lord and Savior Jesus Fucking Christ once told Me: "Do whatcha be, be whatcha do"
And I replied to Him: "Whaaat?"
And it was good.

The Eyes of the Cat

I remember having a walk outside in a cold spring morning. A cat, laying on a relatively low wall, woke up by the sound of my steps and after a big yawn combined with an extensive stretching, it started staring at me. Noticing that, I gradually reduced my walking pace until I was finally standing still, 10 feet from this felis catus, looking straight into its eyes.
The eyes of the cat.
Les yeux du chat.

It close its eyes and laid its head on its front feet, pretending to be falling asleep again.
Satisfied by this early morning staring contest triumph, I took a deep breath, stretched my neck, pulled my shoulders back and I set out, full of confidence, to whatever challenge this magical city would be willing to offer me.

Oh, hello there.

This is the declaration of creation of the Danga Danga Dong blog.
Any resemblance to a brown horse, living or dead, is purely coincidental.