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Nearly an hour and a half after work, Larissa finally showed up at her doorstep, soaked and freezing from the rain. A sigh of relief left her lips as the door creaked open and she stepped into the warmth, letting the dry air envelop her. On her walk, she had decided her mind was playing tricks on her; she had imagined the entire Jethro episode, and chalked it up to lack of sleep. Who would murder the nicest man she knew? There was simply no way any harm had come to him.
Moving toward the kitchen, Larissa looked at the empty stove and sighed again, with annoyance this time. ‘Of course they wouldn't pick up the


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Coughing and sputtering, the girl cried loudly to herself, rocking back and forth in the corner of her little cell. Stress and fear erased all thoughts from her mind; even if she tried, Larissa would not have been able to make a decision, even though eventually, her life would depend on it.
Trying to concentrate, the girl attempted to quiet down, hoping her mind would clear up if the stream of tears came to an end. It was her only hope, so she decided to just go for it. A shuttering breath was drawn in and held for ten seconds, then forced out in a ragged, terrible noise. She repeated the process very patiently, wi


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“Ugh… screw this,” Larissa groaned, staring at the gloom visible through the windows of the restaurant. Rain pounded the cobblestone walkway and front lawn, making her extremely reluctant to leave. She had been waitressing all day, and now she would be forced to walk home while it was raining cats and dogs.
Glancing back towards the kitchen, she watched her boss cleaning countertops vigorously, focused on his task and oblivious to all else. Without attempting to gain his attention, Rissa turned back to the window, glared at the rain, and exited the building.
Her thin body moved at a s
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I think they named oranges before carrots...
"What are these?"
"Those are orange... Oranges!"
"What about these?..."
"...Oh shit!...... long pointies?"
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K O S O V O J E S R B I J A
Believe but don't be naive
But honestly, I think you could have just walked away from it.
Or, in the internet sense, clicked away, yes?
No one is forcing you to look at these things.
And if you don't want to see them, you can block anyone any everyone who has taxidermy on their page.
Problem solved, no harm done. There is no need to report a perfectly acceptable picture.
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tomorrow if u go on the street and see a someone killing a child would u just keep walking and pretend nothing has happened or u would take some action... any action- like reporting it, like trying to do something to stop it, prevent it or whatever. if u had a child in beside u, would u cover his/her eyes or would say: watch and learn? i know the example would sound a bit like i am exaggerating, but u can also put at the place of the child an animal. then again- if the killer says- oh, this is art, i am an artist, because if u think about it in the world history people were having thousands of wars killing each other for their "national" interests. so, would that sound like a good reason to you?
for the same reason i think showing dead animals skins is no art at all. but this is not my main issue with that photo. My main problem is that those animals are mainly protected by the law.. international law. their population have reduced so much that some of them are signed into the red book as disapearing kinds (like the most sorts of foxes she puts there) and to post this image in an art gallery is just too grotesque, don't you think? i spoke about the food chain in my comments under it, because i wanted to put a hint on how the disapearing of those animals affects our (human) existence. In the time where we see how OUR own actions are destroying the nature by polution, by killing for no actual reason. it is grotesque to say- making clothes from animals just killed for this reason and call it art, sint it? yes, back in the time people were killing animals to eat them and wear their skin, but then the wya of life was much more different and this is a long topic i dont think to bore u with it, i think u can guess it urself
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K O S O V O J E S R B I J A
Believe but don't be naive
1. There are almost NO endangered foxes. They are protected, yes, but there are still population culls so they don't end up dying of mange or something worse.
2. I can almost guarantee that 99% of the foxes you see on this site have been farmed. Humanely, I might add, since taxidermists are NOT terrible people just looking for any kid of fur they can get.
3. Comparing humans to animals is not even fair. There is no equality there;; humans are superior to foxes, or we would be the ones providing skins, right?
4. Who even wears fur anymore? The last time I saw a fur coat it was just hanging in a closet.
5. Even if we weren't 'destroying nature' it would be destroyed slowly. You remember the dinosaurs? The dodo bird? The carrier pigeon? They're all extinct, because IT HAPPENS. Extinction is a natural process; the weak die out, the strong evolve and survive.
If you have nothing more to say that is relevant, please don't reply to this. If you do, I'm just going to block you. This nonsense needs to be put to an end;; I did not join deviantART because I knew I'd have to defend my position on sensitive matters, and frankly, I'm sick of the bull.
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I make custom dream catchers! [link] Note Me If You're Interested (or just curious!)
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Also, I have read your journal
I saw you on ~SkinnedFawx's page and stalked you a little, haha. 8D
That journal is old, but I'm glad you'll be helping people out who need it! I can't wait to know how you do things. =]
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thankyou ^_^
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