On my morning run:

When I was returning from the botanical gardens, I encountered a family of deer: a doe and two fawns.  I stopped– the first thing I thought of, naturally, was avoiding deer ticks — and they stopped as well.  The three of them were standing in the middle of the path, in the faint light, and just stared at me.  I stared at them too, and thought about how strange they looked.  I recalled mounted stag heads I saw somewhere.  Maybe they thought I looked strange too, with my mis-matching black jumper, pink sweatpants, and scarf~  Life is strange, isn’t it?  In the sense of organisms, animals, etc.  Earth is like a mass of mutated, sizzling, freakish beings crushed together~

I’m in a weird mood, I’m not really psychotic -.- I think.

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