a cracking good story

Vita of Kitty

kittyiseverywhere — Sun, 04 Mar 2007 00:40:27 +0000

Kitty is 21yrs old, lives in Berlin, Germany and is actually too old to still do school – but life is tricky sometimes so she will continue homeschooling herself and HOPEFULLY get her damn Alevel FINALLY in 2008. Yes she will be 22yrs then (exams are in spring so not 23yrs) but whatever – Kitty wanna study and IF IT’S THE LAST THING SHE DOES. This extraordinary long time was create by an illness – schizophrenia. It’s a grudge and a burden but what not kills you makes you stronger – and she is still alive.

Kitty born in Berlin – july 26, 1985

Kitty go to Ernst-Heakel-Gesamtschule (Secondary School) – (you see a protozoa here, Ernst Heakel discovered it)

Kitty go to OSZ Handel I – a Business School to make her Alevel

Mental Illness – an unpleansant stay at an asylum – Kitty suffer from schizophrenia, has to leave school

Kitty moving to Düsseldorf to live there and get illness-treatment, her stay is about 8 month

or in 2008 HOPEFULLY

life is to be continued…

kittyiseverywhere — Wed, 14 Feb 2007 09:31:43 +0000

HAPPY VALTENTINESDAY

…and we learn…

kittyiseverywhere — Sun, 31 Dec 2006 11:52:19 +0000

In the winter of his life , let it be between 1601 and 1606, William wrote on a play – this became his job – and remembered the event of his youth. So even today you can hear, whereever a wise man speaks:

“Like William Shakespeare said before; ‘Either a borrower nor a lender be!’”

tree test

kittyiseverywhere — Sun, 31 Dec 2006 11:49:00 +0000

Young William, let him be an early teenager, wandered informal through dark meadows, on wet moss and past angry waters. His eyes were wide and searching, his face had a gleam of excitment on it but his feet walked in a wary slowness. His task was clear and his will was strong, he made his way though the forest whose sky became smaller and smaller and its wall of trees larger and larger. Every tree was prooven carefully by William and the moon he couldn’t see, already stood in the middle of his lifecircle, between birth, death and rebirth with the calmness of a Phoenix, who knows that if his former time is up, his expected time will come.

All of a sudden he was there, the tree. Tall and strong with a thick stem of ebony, whose massive roots gush furthed out of the hard ground like they would be to much for the soil they entered. Its branches hung wide and high over the earth and seemed to present their twigs proudly. Each and every one f that twigs, was overloaded with darkgreen leafs, whose highest specimens were a filigree of emerald gems.

This and no other, was William’s thought and immediantly he sat on the ground and began to open the leather bag he used to carry with him wherever he went. The old bad reveal a brandnew parchment aswell as a glas inkpot filled with a black fluid. Than a long fresh sharpened quill appeared, only followed by a used blotting-paper to make eventually upcoming mistakes undone.

William started to draw the picture before his eyes as exact as possible and with that spent another one and a half hour of the night. hen he finished the sun was up already but the place he had choosen not allowed much of the first shy light to leak in. He stood up, placed his writing utensils back and made his way home. In the next night, his feet led him faster ad much more purposeful to the royal tree and this time an axt found its way into the leather bag. From the former idleness nothing was remain behind and his heart was beating so fast, as if it was having a race with his flaying thoughts. Here he was, a young boy in the middle of the night and forest.

“I will chop you down now, you will get a wonderful place in the middle of the livingroom, right next to the fireplace and the bookcase.” Why he explained his plans so detailed (and in rhymes) to the tree before him, he didn’t know but suddenly he jumped back in surprise. The tree had spooken and it wasn’t the rustle of the leafs or the murmur of the nightwind. This impressive plant talked and William understood clearly. No chop down. ” But I need you, I promised to get you” William said, still not sure if he was out of his mind or dreaming. “Your youth will forgive rash promises” the tree, which was so different from everything a tree should be, answered. William hesitated than asked firmly: “What if I borrow you for the holidays and promise to bring you back afterwards.”, “New rash promises of a ridiculous mind. No human being would agree in borrowing his heart, because all of us want to live.” the tree said and William had to agree.

Now young William lived in a time where people believed all emotions are made and placed in the heart, so the brain was just a tool to bring informations to it and there, decisions will be made. Out of this conclusion, William came up with a new suggestion. “I drew every detail of your look, if I lend you my drawing, your memory will last long enough for that I can bring you back here as soon as possible and I will just take your treetop, so your heart will not be touched.” William was sure to hear a sigh of the tree before it, the tree, started speaking again. “The one who lend his head, the one who lend his heart aswell.”

Even though William didn’t understand this words completly, he felt the truth about them; now it was his time to sigh.

Home again he explained, he couldn’t find the tree he was looking for and different from what he thought, nobody was angry or sad, even the old grandfather sat in his rocking chair smiling and just whispere: “the youth lack the wisdom of the old but the old lack the resonable insight of the youth.”

Sane or not so sane…that is the question!

kittyiseverywhere — Fri, 29 Dec 2006 16:42:37 +0000

Never were the stars as bright as tonight. No cloud blocked pompous the view on the nightly silvermoon whose dim shine

concealed the horridness of the night. No sane person would dare to leave the house on such an unchristian time but who

said this story will be about a sane person?

Foreword

kittyiseverywhere — Fri, 22 Dec 2006 18:17:02 +0000

This book lack length and size

In every chaos it would disappear

So I recommend you to take care of it wise

Save it right from wear and tear

pre Scriptvm est post Scriptvm

kittyiseverywhere — Tue, 19 Dec 2006 11:06:06 +0000

This will be the first words of what will follow.

Nobody had ever the oportunity to reveal that mysterious story, but you, you will.

I strongly recommend you to read everything in order,

otherwise I can not garantee for misunderstandings and lifelong confusion.

There are some few rules you have to follow.

They are hints for you and your pittiful brain.

Where I lead, you will follow.

1. Any mistakes you find, you can take – they are part of the gift.

2. If something don’t make sense, it’s just you, not me, i know what i meant.

3. Don’t try to copy it, you would fail.

4. Read in order.

5. Praise the author where ever you see her.