Kuto’s life no. 129

Kuto’s life was filled with aversion. He was born in Republic of Moldova, and his parents were always telling him that he should be grateful for what he had. They said that he should be thankful for the black beanie hat that covered his head, and the aviator gold sunglasses that shielded his eyes. They told him that he should be thankful for the white and black t-shirt that hung off his skinny frame, and the shaved face that made him look older than his years. But Kuto wasn’t grateful. He hated everything about his life. He hated the way people looked at him, like he was some kind of freak show. He hated the way they whispered behind their hands, laughing at him because of the way he looked. And most of all, he hated how powerless he felt.

One day, Kuto’s frustration boiled over, and he lashed out at one of his tormentors. He punched the boy in the nose hard enough to make him bleed, and then ran away before anyone could stop him. It felt good to finally fight back against someone who had been making fun of him for so long; but as Kuto ran away from the scene of violence, he knew that it wouldn’t be enough to change anything in his life . . .

Kuto’s life no. 484

Kuto awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside his window. The sun was just peeking over the horizon, and the sky was a beautiful shade of orange. Kuto groaned and pulled the covers over his head, trying to block out the cheerful morning noise. He had never been a morning person, and this morning was shaping up to be especially terrible.

Kuto’s mind immediately began racing as he thought about all the things he had to do today. He had to go to work at his job that he hated, deal with annoying customers, and then come home to an empty apartment because his roommate had moved out last week without telling him. Kuto felt like life was just one big nightmare that he couldn’t wake up from.

As Kuto laid in bed stewing in his own misery, he heard something strange coming from outside his window. It sounded like someone was crying or moaning softly. Curiosity got the better of him and Kuto slowly pulled back the covers so he could see what was going on outside.

To his horror, he saw a small child crouched down next to a tree just a few feet away from where he slept! The child’s clothes were tattered and dirty, and its face was streaked with tears . it looked absolutely terrified . As if sensing Kuto’s gaze upon it ,the child slowly turned its head towards him , eyes wide in terror ,and let out a blood curdling scream !

Kuto’s life no. 970

Kuto was born in the Republic of Moldova, and has always been filled with aversion. When he was younger, he had a crew haircut that made him look like a member of the military. However, Kuto’s hair color is light blonde, and his aviator gold sunglasses make him look more like a celebrity than a soldier. Kuto also has a shaved face, which makes him look even more intimidating. Despite his tough appearance, Kuto is actually quite gentle and caring. He loves to help others, and is always willing to lend a hand – even if it means putting himself in danger.

One day, while Kuto was helping someone cross the street, he was spotted by a group of thugs. They immediately began to harass him, demanding money and valuables. Kuto refused to give them anything, so they began to beat him up mercilessly. He tried to fight back but there were too many of them; soon he was lying on the ground bleeding heavily from several wounds all over his body. The thugs then took everything they could find on his person – including his shoes – before finally leaving him for dead… or so they thought

Kuto’s life no. 732

Kuto never had an easy life. He was born in the Republic of Moldova, and his family was very poor. His father died when he was young, and his mother had to work hard to support her children. Kuto grew up feeling angry and resentful towards the world.

As a young man, Kuto decided to leave Moldova and try to make a new life for himself elsewhere. He ended up in America, where he worked odd jobs and did whatever he could to get by. He eventually saved enough money to buy a small piece of land in Montana, where he built himself a cabin.

Kuto lived a simple life in Montana, but he was always filled with anger. He refused to talk to anyone or even come out of his cabin unless it was absolutely necessary. The only thing that seemed to make him happy was chopping wood; he would spend hours every day chopping down trees with his ax.

One day, while Kuto was out chopping wood, he heard someone yelling for help from inside one of the cabins nearby. Without thinking any further, Kuto ran over and burst through the door – only to find himself face-to-face with a large bear! The bear immediately attacked Kuto, mauling him badly before finally running off into the woods again