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"My pussies eat carpet. No wait, that doesn't sound
right. I mean literally, I have 2 cats (Miss Kitty Face
and Jazz)..."
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More About Kat
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Occupation:
groupie, muse, bad motherfucker...
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Hobbies and Interests:
cigarettes, poetry slams, photography, Tourettes Without Regrets, anti-boyfriends, cats, leopard geckos, pillows, napping, lions, shoes, tea, hats, lions, crocodiles, pirates, Liam Lynch, Calvin & Hobbes, Tom Robbins, Francesca Lia Block, Suicide Kings...
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Favorite Books:
Jitterbug Perfume, The Rachel Papers, Villa Incognito, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues, Breakfast of Champions, The Prophet, Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy series, Anything by Francesca Lia Block, The Rules of Attraction...
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Favorite Movies:
Boondock Saints, Breakfast Club, So I Married and Ax Murderer, Requiem for a Dream, Magnolia, Mulholland Drive, Crybaby, Lost Boys, Memento, Princess Bride, Trainspotting, Snatch, anything by Greg Araki or Kevin Smith...
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Favorite Music:
Radiohead, The White Stripes, Johnny Cash, Billy Idol, Bjork, Eminem, Beatles, Tool, Eskapo, Ani DiFranco, Rancid, Flogging Molly, The Cure, Blondie, Depeche Mode, Portishead, Ozzy Osbourne, Liam Lynch, The Doors, Norah Jones, Gravy Train, Run DMC...
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Favorite TV Shows:
Cute animal shows, Comedy Central Presents (when they actually have good people on), almost anything on HBO...
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About Me:
My pussies eat carpet. No wait, that doesn't sound
right. I mean literally, I have 2 cats (Miss Kitty Face
and Jazz) and they eat the carpet in my house. That still
sounds bad.
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Who I Want to Meet:
Whoever.
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Testimonials and Comments for Kat
mixed in. she is a rare being that can see beauty
before it has to be pointed out. she is strong
enough to rip you to shreds if you do her wrong
she will lend an ear to anyone with a heart
wrenching story and give her last quarter to
someone she doesn't know in need and hug
them. i know, i've seen her do it in the subways
of NYC. it's hard to know what surpasses what in
her heart. her talent or her compassion. full of
conviction and empathy it's hard not to hear her
poetry and understand what true talent is.
bonding over candy-colored pop art shoes.
We are trying to come down from the jittery
rush that is slam finals, when suddenly, Kat
says: "My car is gone."
I look up, borrowed cigarette hanging out of
my mouth like a misplaced punctuation mark.
"What?" And its gone. To a tow yard
somewhere outside the city limits of Hell. I
mean, St. Louis. Detroit poets to the rescue,
busting out superhero moves and taking us
all the way there. After: angry towing guys,
huge dog, corrupt St. Louis cops outside
minimart, and $290 Cold Hard Cash...
This is the first time I have ever ridden in
Kat's car, and I am entranced. Enchanted.
Stickers, flowers, labels everywhere. Like a
scrapbook or a kid's room who dreams of
astrophysicianship. And I look at Kat,
smoking, speaking, driving beneath St. Louis
bridges draped in garlands of bright graffiti,
and I think: Damn, this girl is amazing. And I
think: I will definitely
VW bus to my mini van. and she is the
insanity to my mundane. i love her
more than words and always wish her
happiness. on occasion i miss waiting
tables during the graveyard shift with
her at denny's, serving drug addicts
coffee and occasionally calling the
police for protection; but then i
remember martinis in manhattan and
say "that was much better...when the
fuck is she gonna visit me again." but
she is my kat and i hope i will see her
soon. love you, babe.
kitty
to describe her. she is capable of
anything she wants to achieve and
always greets me with a smile. she's a
spunky tidal wave of possibilities and
had always made me feel like i am as
beautiful as she already is.
totally clear that here was the sort of
woman you only dared to cross if you
had a team of Sherpas with you. "
Kat that's for the snaps when I
deserved them, the cigarettes when I
needed them and the hugs when I wanted
them. One of the few poets Melissa and
I actually brought something back from
Europe for. ( use the cigarette cover
Kat, its cooler than Kools J ).
What can be said about Kat that has not
been said? Volumes.. A cool young woman
with more to her than meets the eye, I
have become a fan of her poetry but
her Fan Club' is full and they didn't
even send me a decoder ring. Talking
with Kat ( cigarette in hand) is like
listening to Bjork remixed by
Portishead with spirit of Johnny Cash
lending a hand on vocals; entertaining,
informative and pretty damn sexy. Oh,
and for a white girl she has a nice
tushy. But that's our secret...
who understands the divinity that is
the muppets, where's waldo, aquateen
hunger force, and several other novelty
items that need not be described,
without a doubt one of the coolest
girls and peoples I knows.
and wonder if all those dreams will
come true.
i have a crush on this woman!
and sleep are replaced with guinness
and,um, err, fighting...yeah. what
more can i say, she's a winner
knows everything (but does know alot of
it) and REALLY cannot change a tire!!!
If only I diddn't like ass/dick sooo
much damn, I would be in her kitchen
faster than a skank to an std! Kat,
you are a pushy bitch, but I miss ya!