The sun is almost down. Dusky. The word is dusky, you i***t.
Yeah, whatever. Dusky, sun going down, what"s the f-ing difference? It"s getting dark – that"s my point. And I"m getting hungry. Hungry, or hungry? You know hungry, the thinly veiled term for what we do: kill, murder, destroy… hunt? Control: that"s the term and you know it, moron. Population control. And yes, I"m both kinds of hungry. It"s been six hours for food and four days for the other. I can count, you know. We"ll do just one and then we"ll get something to eat. Just one. You are so messed up. So are you. That"s probably why we are talking to each other. Your psych buddy back at Dillard said you gotta stop talking to yourself as though you are two people. That"s crazy, man. Don"t you mean that"s crazy, me? Don"t you mean s
