This is me. This is my world. A world made of choked ostriches. Yes, I choke ostriches, I strangle them, I throttle them softly.
Mainly I gratify myself when I can grab a real one. Sometimes real ostriches are not so very much happy to be chocked by my gentle and caring hands. I wonder why. I end up badly put. I suffer in silence. Ostriches are a bit tough, more than swans. I tried with swans but choking them was a bit difficult because I had to use my kayak. I went close to their nest, they were upset, I was using my paddle to stun them. Whatever. Enough about swans, now I have to think about ostriches. Recently I was the one loosing the battle. I started choking a soft-toy ostrich. My psychiatrist says that this is a good alternative. I say that it is acceptable, I can get used to this as long as I don't risk my life trying to hump an ostrich. In the end, I care about my life and I am a kind soul. So this is me, is there a place in this world for this lost soul?