Monthly Archives: December 2003

spike lee waldal: 1992 – 2003 we took him in today. dr. hazanow said it was a gift. we pictured him finally leaping off the roof to catch the perfect pigeon.

from today’s new yorker ON THE DEATH OF A CAT In life, death was nothing to you: I am willing to wager my soul that it simply never occurred to your nightmareless mind, while sleep was everything (see it raised … Continue reading →

spike’s highlife if i had to guess what spike’s heaven will be like, i would imagine it would be somewhat similar to these last days. a constant supply high-fat wet catfood served in giant heaps, topped with an icing of … Continue reading →