*from the on my mind category*

masturbation means never having to say you're sorry

Openly acknowledging one’s foibles can be somewhat liberating. So, through this uncharacteristic dalliance with candor, I’ll admit it; mosquitoes, upon capture, dead or alive, are unmercifully dismembered.

There, I said it. Pluck, pluck, pluckity-pluck. Wings, legs, proboscis, and heads methodically detached from bodies. Neither proud nor ashamed, it’s just something I do, unselfishly, for the greater good. You're welcome.

Writing, on the other hand, is a purely selfish endeavor. A self-satisfying indulgence that does not require a tissue.