For most of us, we go on about our daily lives going to work, taking care of responsibilities and having fun in our off time, and just generally trying not to fuk with people.

Then on the other side of the world, people are dying in droves in fukking wars. Humans just killing the hit out of each other on a massive scale. And it's been happening for all of our history.

For as intelligent as we claim to be, we still haven't figured out how to live on this planet without massacring one another, and it probably won't ever change. It's just insanity when you think about it.


Somewhere, instead of going to work, a child is picking up a gun in the hopes that they get to live to see another day. Someone is stealing, maybe killing to make sure that their families get to eat. Somewhere, someone cares so little about human life that they will kill a stranger for little to no reason. Maybe they just felt like it.

Other animals are consistent. They have a natural system in place. They seem to do things for reasons. They know where they stand. We seem to be chaos incarnate. Capable of the greatest acts of kindness and evil. Then you have the fact that good and evil are only human concepts, and animals just do what comes natural.

I'm not really going anywhere with this, I just think about humanity sometimes and how we're capable of literally anything at any capacity, and sometimes the only difference between us are the completely random circumstances of where you were born.



Anyway, I'm happy I made it to 35, that I live in relative comfort, and that I don't have to struggle for survival when so many do.

Because I have the luxury of typing this in an air conditioned room with a full belly, I will use the end of this post to spread just a little bit of joy, and by joy I mean humungous, bulbous bouncing titties because being horny is really fukking fun in my humble opinion.



- Bulldog