I am in a weird mood, and do myself no favors with it. Boredom prompts all sorts of ill-mannered ideas, most of which are useless or worse. As long as the boredom is only fueling ideas and has not yet seeped over to the realm of behavior then I should be safe.
Safe. What a word, like freedom, the state that one attains when they are not aware of what truly threatens or controls them.
Well, I am in no place to assess, or opine, today.
I don't know why dogs fuck. I don't know. I don't.
Part of me doesn't even believe that they do.
So, I must be wrong.