

Hunting tigersHunting tigers is a stupid thing to do. The marbled armor of arrogance with which I started my quest for bottled testosteron, crackled as parrots screeched and leaves laughed in the slow jungle wind.Hunting tigers
Where is the old man in me who, tired and bitter refuses to jump over the first obstacle? Where is the juvenile, the screaming muscled maniac with the fire and the eyes closed – no death, just hunger?
Nature closes in with the silence of a slave. And winks with meaningful g
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