- Taipei, Taiwan
- Last Record: 2012-07-24 02:05:21 +0200
- Joined: Jul 22, 2012
Goddamnit. My nose itches.
And that's all I can think about and will think about it, until eternity comes to scratch it. I'm not being melodramatic or ridiculous. And I'm not angry. Despite the caption.
They think they're so effin' great - standing inside decadent museums, defecated on in parks, and prayed to in temples, churches, and grand mosques. You'd think one of them would have caved by now and turned around and smacked someone. Or at least winked. Give them a bit of a scare. But no.
They stand tall, majestic, regal, foreboding, intimidating... amongst mere mortals. And here I am, a fucking stuffed ferret. In someone's living room. And not just someone's living room -- a crazy redneck, no less.
My nose. JUST my nose. Would you care to scratch just my nose? I know I wasn't so cuddly or friendly when I was alive -- but I can, could, would, probably should change.
If I didn't have a duty to uphold, I'd scratch it myself.
My nose stopped itching.