Cat Burglar

All of those little thefts you justify in the name of "fairness" or as some sort of payment for whatever bullshit you have imagined. Those things you take from me, they lead back to their source. They bear my distinct mark. Instead of eradicating and demoralizing me you are helping me to survive in a traceable "essence." Even in their reproduction, the letters of my name are present albeit scrambled. And the best part is you can't do it without the shadows I've left in your mind. I will live well beyond you, well beyond my body and the form of this land. It was your theft, your slide of hand, your efforts to quiet me, that made it happen. I am emblazoned all over you. We should make love you fucking dirtbag.