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Daul Kim would be 23 today.
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Daul Kim would be 23 today.

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sexpigeon:

There was a pigeon with a broken wing hanging out on our stoop. Had cradled itself into the crook of the door jamb, handled itself pretty well when we or any of our neighbors threw the door open. Just kind of blinked and waddled, no fuss. Still, the pigeon was a cause for concern. Jen decided it was doomed and that we should put it out of its misery, so we got the bb gun out and loaded it up and psyched ourselves up to drive a pellet through its brains.
I was a little queasy about it, but she grew up with animals, injured animals who needed killing, so I deferred. Slunk back to the stoop with my dumb little rifle hoping that none of our neighbors would see. But oh, a neighbor was there, and she was also concerned about the bird. We described the killing plan, and the neighbor expressed both disapproval and understanding. No one wants to shoot a bird in the head, but maybe it’s come time to shoot a bird in the head.
The neighbor’s reservations gave me an out, and so we collectively opted out of gunplay and into naïveté. We scootched the pigeon into the garbage pen out in front of the building, the theory being that crueler creatures wouldn’t enter the garbage pen. It would the bird’s recovery room, it would be unmolested. We fetched a dish of water and prepared a dish of sunflower seeds and our neighbor cracked apart some old dry pretzels. We made a pigeon haven.
Will the pigeon improve? Likely no. It will stand around until it keels over or is torn apart. But we are forcing hope upon it, the poor beast. Wish this pigeon luck, then.

this has permanently fucked up my day.
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sexpigeon:

There was a pigeon with a broken wing hanging out on our stoop. Had cradled itself into the crook of the door jamb, handled itself pretty well when we or any of our neighbors threw the door open. Just kind of blinked and waddled, no fuss. Still, the pigeon was a cause for concern. Jen decided it was doomed and that we should put it out of its misery, so we got the bb gun out and loaded it up and psyched ourselves up to drive a pellet through its brains.

I was a little queasy about it, but she grew up with animals, injured animals who needed killing, so I deferred. Slunk back to the stoop with my dumb little rifle hoping that none of our neighbors would see. But oh, a neighbor was there, and she was also concerned about the bird. We described the killing plan, and the neighbor expressed both disapproval and understanding. No one wants to shoot a bird in the head, but maybe it’s come time to shoot a bird in the head.

The neighbor’s reservations gave me an out, and so we collectively opted out of gunplay and into naïveté. We scootched the pigeon into the garbage pen out in front of the building, the theory being that crueler creatures wouldn’t enter the garbage pen. It would the bird’s recovery room, it would be unmolested. We fetched a dish of water and prepared a dish of sunflower seeds and our neighbor cracked apart some old dry pretzels. We made a pigeon haven.

Will the pigeon improve? Likely no. It will stand around until it keels over or is torn apart. But we are forcing hope upon it, the poor beast. Wish this pigeon luck, then.

this has permanently fucked up my day.

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watching this i believed, for a flittering, electrifying moment, that i was having a schizophrenic episode.  here it comes, i thought.  here it finally fucking comes.
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watching this i believed, for a flittering, electrifying moment, that i was having a schizophrenic episode.  here it comes, i thought.  here it finally fucking comes.

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San Francisco has become an attractive beacon for people who have a taste for something interesting, but are utterly uninteresting by themselves.

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mynamekyle:

boybands are weird because they always sing about how this one girl is really hot and special and it just makes me confused and wonder if they’re going to try and share her or just completely gang bang her or what

shit is deep.

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oh my god daul kim
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oh my god daul kim

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after the quake
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after the quake

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I don’t know anything like the dusk after daydrinking, because I don’t know anything like daydrinking.  Drunk during the day I’m 16 again, effusive and completely insane. 
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I don’t know anything like the dusk after daydrinking, because I don’t know anything like daydrinking.  Drunk during the day I’m 16 again, effusive and completely insane. 

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