Clyde and barker are these two really crazy, really obnoxious raccoons that plague the area around my backyard. One night I was coming home from school, and mind you, its like 11 o clock so I'm tired and my body isn't registering potential threats, especially from a raccoon. When all of a sudden, these two giant,hairy,funky raccoons come running out at me, I was like 'AHHHHHHHH' Death by raccoon, no!.
Not too long ago they chased my brother down the block. So anyway, now when I come home I do this crazy 'special ops' tactic run just to make it to my door without being attacked. Anyway, next time I see em, we fighting...well, maybe not
Darkness sees no fault. No human imperfection as far as genetics are concerned. Shadows cannot lie, for their very being is an absolute image. Reflected only in the presence of light, yet there is no prejudice. The still of night carries with her a sense of peace, every whisper amplified yet each word lost in translations. Oh how long shall the shadows I've so long embraced play garment,cloak to my eternal night?
