poem: electric dreams

Dear Dr Freud,
I must admit I’ve never been a fan
There’s something kinda creepy
In all that Lolita jazz
I mean yeah, I have daddy issues
(And mommy issues,
And issues with people in general),
But I assure you my cigars are just cigars,
and not the least bit Oedipal
But you must have been on to something
Especially in the field of dreams
Cos when I turn to psychoanalysis
To put myself to sleep
I find I’m counting penises
Instead of electric sheep.

Da Apawsal’s Creed

I’m currently obsessing over the cuteness that is The Lolcat Bible, which is basically a wiki project to translate the whole Bible into lolspeak, haha.  I even bought the John 3:16 T-shirt which says,

So liek teh Ceiling Kitteh lieks teh ppl lots and he sez ‘Oh hai I givez u my only son and ifs u beleeves him u wont evr diez no moar, k?’

Which is freaking ADORABLE!  :D

Anyway, here is the Apostle’s Creed. I imagine a little praying kitten earnestly saying this in a church service somewhere, hehe.

I beweivez in Ceiling Cat, teh Fathr Almitey,
the makr uv de ceiling and de floor,
adn in Happy Cat, hiz ownlee Son, awr Lord:

Hoo wuz conceived by da Hover Cat,
Born ov teh virgn Mary,
Suffered undah Pontiuz Pilate,
waz crucifid, ded, adn burid;

He descendeded into teh basement.
Teh threeth dai him roes out of teh basement
He climbd into teh Ceiling
adn he sitted awn teh riet paw uv Ceiling Cat teh fathur Almitey;
frum theerz him whil com ta judge the quik adn teh ded.

I beweivez in da Hover Cat;
teh holy catlick church;
teh sharin cookies wit da speshul catz;
teh foargiveness uv invizible errorz;
teh resurrecshun uv teh bodai;
adn teh lief everlassin.

Amen