Bovine Freak

Looking at this blog makes me nervous now. The (admittedly kind of mild) harassment from anons actually got to me. I want a pet. Just to have.

I get so pumped when corpses are maggoty. I feel like that's so unseen, particularly in art.

There is a small chance we are an alive/semi-alive dog. We may have been vivisected and had our brain operated on in such a way that made us believe we were dead. In other words, we're like Snitter.

Maybe we'll turn anon back on. Maybe.

I wonder if I cause people to get into car crashes. I wouldn't be mad at that at all. I like car crashes, on account of my possible symphorophilia. Of course, though, I still have to watch Crash. My fear of sex is partially what prevents me.