by dageir » Sun Jan 06, 2013 9:00 pm
I recently killed a deer and carried home outside my place. I left it outside to avoid making a mess of the floor. I went in for some stuff, and in the instant I came out the skined deer seems to be on its feet and collapsing as if being killed again. Just so you know.
Somebody once wrote, "Hell is the impossibility of reason." That's what this place feels like. Hell