Cat track (he has no balls)
Sj Esau The cat, fully fulfilled, he's got no balls. Spends everyday calm of breath, found a new place to breathe in. Free of your sex, you have the space, to fill up to the brim with breathing. The sleep of the satisfied, The twitch of the whisker, Bird of prey on a desert plane. there's a big fat blank space, partly filled in the cat dream. I want to dream the dream of the cat.