FAIRY TALE ABOUT THE WOLF

Like all wolves, being riddled among themselves, one of the wolves did not understand. He didn’t realize what was wrong with him, why he was different. Why is everyone doing this? He wanted the truth.

One day in the pasture, the wolf saw a sheep. S he played with her children, walked them, was happy. The more the wolf followed her, the more he did not understand the meaning of life. Can one be alive simply by being with others? In the life of a wolf, there was never anything like it. The wolf lost against the others. He was worse. Uglier. Dumber. More emotional. Thatwas the worst in a wolf.

Un año después, mientras observaba a las ovejas, el lobo fue el único que vio la terrible tragedia. La oveja salió con su ariete al campo. Estaban con sus hijos. Pero fuimos demasiado lejos, no los seguimos. Todas las ovejas excepto su madre fueron devoradas por los animales. Una imagen terrible, por todas partes salpican sangre, restos de órganos. ¿Debe ser difícil gritar sin pulmones? La madre de la oveja perdió lo único que le traía felicidad. Lloró a sus parientes, justo en sus cuerpos. No pudo contener su dolor. La oveja se lastimó a sí misma.

The wolf didn’t do anything, didn’t help, didn’t kill, just watched. He didn’t understand why the sheep hurt itself. Why can’t it have new children? Why can’t he let go of his pain? El lobo no tenía padres, en su nacimiento sus padres fueron devorados por osos hambrientos y aterradores. Un lobo de la infancia no sabe lo que es el amor. No sabe lo que es ser amado. ¿Y si la felicidad está en el amor?

ХВАТИТ, ХВАТИТ УМОЛЯЮ, ХВАТИТ.

Every night, the sheep went mad. She really tried, fought and defended her life. But she did not come out, time and again, she drowned in her own pain and sorrow. The wolf was a pitiful sheep, but he didn’t know how to help. The sheep’s pain turned into aggression. Aggression into agony. Agony into hatred.

Chaque jour, les moutons effectuaient un rituel. Elle a pris les corps de ses enfants morts une partie, trois gouttes de leur sang, est allée loin dans la forêt et les a enterrés à différents endroits, remarquant l’endroit avec du sang. Le loup ne comprenait pas pourquoi elle faisait ça, est-ce sa façon de lâcher prise ? Est-ce que cela lui fait se sentir mieux ? Mais le loup a vu comment un mouton pleure. Alors qu’il coupe sa peau, il sort sa fourrure. Du beau et merveilleux mouton, il n’y avait que des lambeaux de la vieille laine blanche, les sabots tombaient complètement, et les larmes ne quittaient jamais ses joues.

I am tired.

Sometimes the wolf couldn’t keep an eye on the sheep. He tried to hide, to hide, but it seemed that she knew about him. As if they were watching the wolf, not the sheep. This worried the wolf, for he did not know what was next for the sheep. What is next for him?

Put to sleep. Усипіть мене.

El lobo volvía todos los días a su rutina. Caminaba por el bosque. Recogía comida. Arreglaba alojamientos. Al lobo le gustaba observar a otros animales. En secreto, pero en silencio, el lobo nunca tuvo una verdadera vida, miraba a los demás cada día para llenar de nuevo el vacío dentro de sí mismo, todo el dolor que no consideraba conscientemente la vida.

La oveja se volvió cada vez más extraña. Cuando terminaron los objetos rituales, comenzó a cortarse en pedazos, pequeños pero insanamente dolorosos. Debe doler dar parte de uno mismo a los demás? El lobo consideró que la oveja estaba loca. ¿Y si está loco? FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK IT`S BURNING

Humble. A voice. Лапу.

hurt. Un jour, le loup a été atrocement blessé. Il ne savait pas ce qui n’allait pas chez lui. Est-il tombé malade ? C’est grave ? Ça partira ? Combien de temps s’est-il écoulé depuis la dernière cicatrice ?

Ovejas. Una oveja amaba a su familia. Dejaba sus pieles atadas a sillas. Las amaba. Y amaba sus pieles. Las ovejas no tenían a nadie más. Solas. Solitario. Aterrador.

La piel se congela cuando no hay lana en ella. Cuando, en lugar de abrazos cálidos, sientes que la hoja se mueve perpendicularmente a tus venas. ¿Y duele morir?

One day, the wolf stepped into a trap. It was a bear trap. The wolf lost its paws. Is that right? Why me? What makes them do this to me? Why am I living?

Having lost his paws, the wolf had as it does part of himself. Morally speaking. As if he were no longer complete. As if he was not who he was before. As if everything he had before had disappeared. But he was to blame. He stepped into the trap. He wanted it.

Please stop, no, please, my soul burns, I can’t stand, I BEG YOU TO STOP.

Ха-ха, а это больно, это правда больно!

The wolf decided he was brave enough for a sheep. That it was time to get acquainted.

Not for long, please don’t crash.

Having regained his strength and courage, the wolf went to the sheep. But he could not find it anywhere. Did it appear to him?

I’m sleeping? Where am I?

CARAJO, NO, POR FAVOR, PARA, TE SUPLICO, JODER, NO, JODER, DUELE MUCHÍSIMO, PARA, LA MIERDA, BASTA

C’est drôle, avant c’était beaucoup plus facile. Mais le chasseur n’était pas un loup. Le mouton était plus intelligent.

Le mouton savait que cela l’aiderait. Elle savait que la beauté est sacrifice. La beauté est peur. La beauté est douleur. Pain is beauty. PAIN IS BEUTY.

No existo, ¿verdad? No puedo estar aquí entre vosotros.

El lobo se adentró en el bosque, lejos de su casa. No le tenía miedo a las ovejas. Nada que temer de un cordero normal. Nada que temer, ¿verdad?

CLOSE, CLEAN, SHRED, THROW OUT, CLEAN AGAIN.

It must be hard to die. Those were the wolf’s last thoughts.

Ha-ha-ha, what’s wrong with you! I didn’t know you were a prodigy and you’re cute).

Can a wolf become a dog? To shout at dogs? To give a paw. To be loved. To be.

The sheep was met by a wolf. What he expected most of all. What he really feared.

If you leave enough room, you can fill their lungs with artificial blood. Do you think anyone will notice?

Die a dog or die a wolf? Die a dog or die? Die.

Pain, pain, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony? Beauty.

Que ressentent les animaux lorsqu’ils sont coupés en viande ? Que ressentent les humains lorsqu’ils sont tués ? Qu’est-ce que la mort ? S’il vous plaît, arrêtez de me couper les mains.

Le loup a vu un chemin étrange. Je me tenais là et, l’ayant soulevé, je n’ai pas pu m’en rendre compte. Est-ce que c’est ça l’OTAN ?

Le mouton a vu le loup. C’était maléfique. Ce sont des tueurs. Ils ne doivent pas vivre. Ils doivent mourir. Mourir. Mourir. Mourir. Mourir. Mourir. Mourir. Mourir. Mourir. Tuer.

Les derniers moments du loup étaient étranges. Est-ce étrange d’être mort ?

БЛЯДЬ НІ ВИСТАЧИТЬ, Я ВТОМИВСЯ ЦЕ ЧУТИ, ПРОСТО ВБИЙТЕ МЕНЕ

J’ai peur. Aide-moi, s’il te plaît.

The sheep attacked the wolf. She kicked him. Or several times?

Haha-hahaha YES, IT’S SO NICE, SO GOOD, THAT IS WHAT LIFE MEANS.

What changed? How was the body left like that? Does the soul mean anything? Nonsense.

LISTEN TO ME, PLEASE, I BEG YOU, LISTEN, I AM GOING CRAZY.

The belly of the evil wolf swells. A terrible wolf. An abominable wolf. The sheep SICK SICK SICK SICK SICK SICK SICK SICK SICK SICK SICK SICK pain, and only then could she put on his hide.

What’s changed? Haven’t I been like that my whole life?

FUCK ENOUGH, PLEASE, FUCK IT HURTS.

The sheep lived in the skin of the wolf. It lived long. The sheep was warm and felt complete. The sheep was itself.

Damn it, say it over and over again, just get out of my life, you fucking shitbird. Forget me.

what, where am I? I’m here? Do I really live? Please tell me that you’re not dreaming.

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Take me already, kill me already, kill me already, kill me already, wash

What if the wolf was a sheep all this time? And if it was a sheep, it was a wolf all this time? Strange. I don’t remember that.

The sheep kept the remains of its children. The sheep kept the remains of the wolf. The sheep was no longer itself. Or was it never itself?

Not all fairy tales have morality. Not all fairy tales have a good ending. Should there be? And how do you know who is good and who is bad? Help me, I can’t stand it. I feel sick. I feel bad. I feel bad. I feel bad. I feel bad.

Sometimes, to be yourself, you have to stop living. Maybe that would help me too?

- Sheep