nudwig

Isn't it funny how the mind works. Its like while we are sleeping our brain is defragmenting and information is being absorbed and processed on a subconscious level. Suddenly everything makes sense.

My mother always kept dead animals in the fridge or freezer. She liked to paint them. She would put the dead owl on the table, spread its giant wings, and sit there all afternoon sketching and painting. I think it made her feel better about the fact that she hit it with her car.

freezer of the shithole?