Owl smoking room

Owls are a group of birds of prey that includes more than 420 large and medium-sized species, mostly nocturnal, distributed in all countries of the world. There are two families in the order: owls, or true owls, and barn owls, however, in the Sibley-Ahlquist taxonomy, all families of the order Nightjars are placed in the order.
Brief characteristics of these cute creatures: large head, large round eyes in front of the head, short, predatory beak. Hunts at night, soft plumage, silent flight, long and sharp claws, camouflage color.

1. Praise the owls!
2. Don’t insult owls
3. Start fighting for any reason.
4.Praise me.

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No one has seen your dick (I’m not even sure about your wife), so your photos might just be an old fat woman with hormonal problems ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

You even wake up, don’t touch anyone, go to the kitchen for food, and then, just out of the corner of your eye, you notice that you woke up in Silent Hill.

As a result, a themed music for a themed morning.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6qalGezr76o

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Fuck, I had such a cruel dream. I have never seen such strong psychological moves in my life, but at the same time I saw it in a dream. Anyway, the gist is this:
I am some kind of writer, because the only thing I know about myself is that I have to interview the victims of a certain incident, who ended up with a broken life. So, it’s winter, the snow is falling very slowly and in flakes, very cloudy and gray, no wind and… quiet… VERY quiet, as if there were no people in the city except me and it scared me. I come home to the address and am greeted by a pretty girl. She was very smiling. I introduced myself and by the name I realized that I had come to the right person. I start to look at her face. And I start seeing all sorts of strange things instead of her face. Either ulcers appear on her, then worms walk on it, then the skull in general, then I forget myself, I begin to see pictures in front of me, pictures of varying degrees of abomination, but in the background I hear faint screams. It was people screaming as if they were panicking. Every second more and more people screamed and louder, reaching its apogee it began to reverse – it sounded very scary. And the pictures sped up. When suddenly her mother called me. All the screaming suddenly stopped and it became VERY quiet again. Only the pendulum in a clock makes sound. Daughter goes out for tea. A couple of minutes later he comes and begins the story. I almost don’t remember the story, but in the dream my attention was not focused on that. Everything was monotonously calm until she offered more tea. My daughter left again. I started writing down some key things from the story so I wouldn’t forget. She’s coming back. I look up from my notepad and see her mother. I suddenly tensed up. I immediately switch my gaze to the chair where the mother was sitting and see my daughter there… without arms. I asked how this happened, to which she replied “after the first blow, I could no longer feel my hands, it was a strong shock.”. It scared me a lot. Why didn’t I notice this? Who then went out for tea for the first time?? But I continued to listen. She keeps telling. I started asking about how many victims she had seen. She came close to me and began to describe in a whisper everything that she saw. When she finished, she headed back to her chair and when she turned around to sit down I saw a face completely disfigured by burns and a minimal amount of hair on her head. There was practically no face at all. The fright was so strong that I could not stop screaming. When I stopped there was silence. Again it was absolute silence that weighed on me more than any other noise. I look at my mother and ask "What’s going on?", she looks at me with bewilderment. I hear a weak voice from the side: “Should I continue?». I turn around and see a very small creature. She weighed no more than 30 and was hooked up to an IV. I tell my mother, "Do something!", I look back at my daughter and there’s just a skeleton there. Again empty silence. This “sound” almost became my main nightmare. Hearing the little voice "if there was something I could do". I cautiously turned my gaze back to my mother and saw an old grandmother there. I panicked. I quickly thanked him for the story and ran out of the house. I go outside. And there is already a VERY thick fog around there. And because of this fog I begin to hear the same screams that I heard in the beginning. They’re getting stronger. And I wake up. I look at the time – I only slept for an hour. I don’t know how convincing it looks in the text description, but after I dreamed about it, I don’t know how I’ll continue to sleep today.