Led by a Mad Man

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ErrePi

on Nov. 25, 2010

While I'm exposing my weak points by describing to you guys my fear, y'know my fear of moths and butterflies?

Ok, so can you imagine how I felt when I went camping with my dad and it's night and his girlfriend is stroking a butterfly as big as her fucking hand and gently cooing at it while telling me, "Vi, butterflies are beautiful and so gentle. They would… never… harm… a soul." Then she slowly turns her head to look over at me while continuing to stroke that butterfly. She's smiling. I never see her smile.

CAN YOU IMAGINE.