I have all these areas around my house where the birds build nests. I go around and knock the nests down before they’re completed. I knocked a nest down this morning that had two eggs in it, whatever. Just now I knocked a nest down and a little baby bird with no feathers, a little pink bird, fell out Ont the ground and was squeaking. I a had to crush it with the end of the broom. I had to. What could I do otherwise, I had just destroyed its home. Fuck. I should have looked up into the nest and made sure. If I had done that and saw the little baby bird, I would have let it go and left it alone. Fuck. Fuck. God dammit. Fuck.
Before the little guy was born, he didn't exist. But yet it worked out for him. He experienced life and the love of his mother. Until you came along. And now he doesn't exist again. I'm sure it will work out again.. until it doesn't.
Niggly_Puff 1 points 1 day ago
Before the little guy was born, he didn't exist. But yet it worked out for him. He experienced life and the love of his mother. Until you came along. And now he doesn't exist again. I'm sure it will work out again.. until it doesn't.