stockholms killer bunnies.

soo, there you are. last night in stockholm, rainy, dark, foggy. you walk through a park at a church. suddenly: movement somewhere, you turn around, scared what it might be: a wolf? an elk? a moose? a danish? your adrenaline is pumping, your vision is

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the bird has landed.

well, maybe for the last time.

this reminds me of an essay by Dostojewski, i think it was called “the dead bird on a boat in the croatian town of Split”.
i read a lot of intelligent books, they have to be that long and boring and famous kind that everybody knows but never read. then i tell people that i read this book and tell them stories to show how big and intelligent my brain is. i am smart.