вторник, 20 августа 2013 г.

Socks

Humiliation. 
I know this word because that's what I feel. Do you know I am a hunter? I'm supposed to feel the smell of animals, get inside of their homes and carry them (dead?) to humans. And what am I doing there? Humiliated and smelling the scent of my mom. At least Surak was there for me. With Daddy's smell. I'm still not sure what's worse.





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