I want to do things to you. Terrible, beautiful things.
My brain feels like the thoughts are separating and sloughing off into a pool splashing around below. I’m unsure if that’s good or bad. I’m going have to rewatch the How It’s Made segment on yurt building because I was thinking about something while it was playing and then is sloughed off and crumbled.
There are some people out there that still believe that animals are just dumb beasts, but the unlikely animal friendships I’ve gathered here will prove that they are capable of feeling love and compassion just like we are.
Death to America 666
You should all join in my drunken Venetian Snares dance party.