Old Thoughts

[tawny918]

I wrote this forever ago and just found it:

I believe in magic, as much as I pretend not to. I mean, my outer mind doesn’t believe it. And my rational mind will never ever admit to anyone, even itself, that it believes it. I even tried to say it out loud once. “I believe… I mean I know I can’t but sometimes I convince myself… even though I know

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[amusingly_odd]

Well, regarding the sex thing, I imagine no one actually thought of it. As animals do it too. It kind of came before thought. Primal urges and all that.

Regarding cow boob drinks, we drink people boob drinks as babies. Cow babies drink cow boob drinks. When we were looking around for food, we probably saw how happy the cow babies were in drinking cow boob milk and wanted to try for ourselves. Incidentally, there're probably people who have tried dog boob milk for this very reason.

The nighttime for me doesn't actually seem blurred. For me, the daytime is too bright, it blinds people to the truth. And for me, nighttime is where everything is peaceful and people can be reflective and can think over everything that happened in the day. It's when I get to look out the window and be an observer or walk around on the sidewalks, still an observer, but actively so. It's when I get to be alone the most, so night's always felt so much more important to me in terms of personal growth (no matter how stunted). Whatevss.