“I found a dead fox in the leaves today. He died early this morning I figure because he was still warm and soft. A couple of months ago he gave me a fright but he was just standing under a light and when I jumped a little, he slowly walked away. Sometimes he’d cross the street so I don’t think he was too afraid. I decided to bury him where I saw him that one time. But I don’t know if it meant anything to him, but I think it’s a good spot. ‘We Don’t have the same religion,’ I thought as I made a cross. But maybe these two sticks could represent nature or night, or hanging around at the light. And what do you say about a dead fox? So in a marker, on the cross, I scratched ‘Nice Fox.’
He was a nice fox.”
About
I'm Adam, I live in Austin, Texas, I grew up in Chicago. The Name of this blog comes from a Cursive lyric.
I was raised christian, but now I'm an atheist. I went to school for architecture, but now I work on the internet. I bike a lot. I like talking about, and having sex, so please use judgement reading this at work. I post a lot of music, and a lot of pictures
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Projects (funblrs):
YayHearts
For The Love Of Orange
YayRain
Read To Me Tuesday
Calliope No. 8
Chihuahua Party
