Louis Wain Cat-mare

Louis Wain's cats are all over my room, watching me with judging firey eyes pircing staight through my soul--
I fear they're giving me the fear-- maybe I too am developing his schizophrenia...

Cats keep pouring in-- my room is slowy becoming Moonside as everything is outlined in neon lights as the flurry of cats gather glowing their grinning cheshire faces of satifaction at me--
they are becoming something other than cats, I fear, something wild and untamed like an acid frenzy as their fur stands on end and crytalizes forming shapes of chaos breeming with life and the secrets of the universe entanged in great orgasmic explosion fibers togeather like overlapping firework threads teeming with phitoplankton and bacteria and ameobas as the world and the entire universe enfolds in on itself causing the shapes of the cat's faces to take the form of the subconcious mind recoiling in horror at what it sees inside these beasts haunting my every move, posessing me and my body, making me do things I cannot control as I cradel myself here, fetal, scared to death of the images being forced onto my eyes of radial spirals engaging wiskers of techno neon dreams of the sunset strip watching, endless watching of diamond eyes shaped like glass, endlessly listening to my scilence with snowflake ears, their faces curl to infinity with fantastic brightness in all directions, growing and growing endlessly as sweat pours from off my body-- please God, when will this madness end for I am at my last strenghts and i dont know how much longer I can keep these goddam cats at bay!