how can they say i am twisted? we really are not so different from one another
i’m sick for carrying bones around in my pocket with me? for offering my loved ones a paw or another animal part?
i admit it, i pick around roadkill corpses to see if there is anything that i might use. the bones make beautiful additions to my altar, ritual tools and personal jewlery. the body is merely a shell, and the previous owner has long since left by the time i come around. what’s the harm in taking what i can use and leaving the rest for another?
in my eyes, the only difference between me and them is that they lie to themselves about what they do, and kill needlessly to do it.
they flaunt their gloves, shoes, and coats all made from the skin of a dead animal. they say it is if for warmth, but cotton is warm too. it is not a necessity to bear the skin of an animal to survive in colder climates.
they pull a bone out of a turkey and enjoy the sound and feel that it makes when they break it with another person. they call this a wishbone. i call it a waste… why break a bone to make a wish? why not just make a wish? if you need some sort of symbolism, why not try tossing a penny into a fountain.
they chop a foot off a furry creature, dye it pretty colors, and make a keychain out of it. they call it a rabbits foot and keep it with them for good luck.
and we mustn’t forget the mcdonalds and burger king on nearly every street corner…
see, we are really not so different
pleasant thoughts and sleep well