i won't bore you with the details but, i am on the move yet again.
where i was is no longer safe, so i shall have to be somewhere else.
i wonder, before i go.
how can those who choose to hold those foul avians even pretend to be human? how can they pretend to belong to a higher cause? to be a higher life form?
they are debasing themselves. they are becoming a tool to an animal. less than human.
and yet, there are those who consider themselves blessed.
a holy birdhouse, if that. nothing more.
do you know, little nests, what happens to a shell like you that loses too much structural integrity? what happens to a nest that takes a shotgun blast to the face, perhaps? or a full body roasting?
you are food. like all the other unworthy. you are a useful fur coat. you are useful camouflage. you are a pack animal who deems itself a temple. nothing more.