I like to think of myself today as an animal, a dangerous one. Today I cooked, I cleaned, I learned, I created. So many muscles are hurting that I might as well have gone mutant on God, for I sure don’t remember these parts of mine that are hurting being present on the whole Creation Day stuff. I can’t recall the last time I had so many reasons to be happy. Today I’m… *BONK* Shit. That was my head against a lamp post. Yeah, sure it sounds funny; it ain’t *your* head, you..!! Freaking animal, yes. So dangerous I could kill myself with a fork. I need to stop saying “so” all the time. I recall a song about that, from the 90s...or was it the 80s..? Decades, confusing shit. Makes me feel older than I should be. Who was it..? There was a friend of mine who said Goths were actually making fun of the rest of the world. Why the..? Oh, the 80s thing, I started thinking and “goth” appeared in my head and I remembered that friend of mine… She said that they really dress like that to let other Goths know that they’re inside the same private joke. That’s why they don’t need to protest against anything, they’re already laughing in our faces. And we think they’re gloomy. People are stupid. I, dangerous animal that I am, can get behind stupidity. Yep, I go at Stupidity’s back and poke at it. That’s how brilliant I am. Impressive, eh?  Yeah. I never learn, not once. But that’s the price for being far from stupid, I guess. Hope. And it’s a damn expensive thing to have. Questions and answers, that we can handle, right? Ah, but when the questions know too much and the answers can’t get wittier than that…that’s when we’re f-word-ed up. If you’re the one doing both the Spanish inquisition and the shouting-back-clever-remarks thing…my friend, run for shelter. And buy a good life insurance. For you’re one of those that has that thing which transforms us from humans into very dangerous animals indeed: Thirst. Remember that guy who said we should all go to Him and be thirsty no more? Smart fellow, that one. Money and sex move the world, the human world. But animals like me, we want more. More of all of it. We can’t get content from money alone, we crave for details, luxury. We can’t be satiated with sex alone, we need, starve for seduction and plays, softness. Ah, how we feed on information, how we cut it into pieces and then swallow it whole. The thrill of roaring into one’s depths, of being covered in blood that is our own, fighting a never ending battle with no winners…just for the sake of knowledge.