
Meet Chilli. He was 11 when we got him from the shelter, the most pathetic looking animal we'd ever seen. He liked to play bite, but had no teeth. Funny fucker who slept alot. We put him down a year ago, when he got kidney failure. His signature move was to shit on my carpet when I slept somewhere else for the night. He was quite the little shit, but I loved him.
"She loved snow...That was the simple objective, being airborne, up longer, higher, more casually and with more fuckoff elegance than anyone else...Such endeavours require a kind of egotism, a near autistic narrowness. Everything conspires against you, the habits of physics, the impulse to flee and you're weighted down by every dollop of commonsense ever dished up. Everyone will tell you your goal is impossible, pointless, stupid, wasteful. This idiot resolve is all you have."
-Tim Winton
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