Friday, April 15, 2016

Why Dogs Don't Fuck







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.


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