Saturday, 31 May 2014

Musth.

It's testosterone. Our curse and saving grace, what makes an elephant in musth charge blindly, or cause a lion to die defending his pride from... marauders.

Just another senseless note in a long series of them.

I'm not back in the game yet, I'm simply following impulses. It's been too long to think and behave like a reasonable person, and I paid the price.

I did not shave.

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