broke kitty [real fiction]
"broken hearts want broken necks, i've done some things that i want to forget but i can't" -- modest mouse.sadness and sickness are my cues for departure. i have packed my bags and moved on alone more times than i want to enumerate. i feel sad and sick at the moment, but i can't think of any place to run away to. when i feel this way, i have to think positive. i think of writing, art, love, family, friendship. i think, "who needs you? who do you need?" i go through the little black book and look at the names and wonder who the hell qualifies for the phone call. who can you call in times of need? i make the phone calls and often get answering machines and busy signals. are these signs to be read as meaningful? i call the city "the shitty." and that's what it is. for it is here that i have felt the bulk of my pain. i've always wanted to do a 'zine-- an arena to crap out my thoughts and hope someone would listen, an adolescent desire to be heard. this is not a journal; it is real fiction. and you've just read my page one.
-kat la chatte
this o.g. broke kitty home page was first posted on a happy halloween night: 10/31/00
take me home baby!
no wait! let's see some of those links...