To Ego,
Through the sheer power of my hatred towards your acts upon the anxiety cat, I cast BAT BONK UPON THEE
PERISH, FOR THY UNJUST ACTS!
Ego has been bonked
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To Ego,
Through the sheer power of my hatred towards your acts upon the anxiety cat, I cast BAT BONK UPON THEE
PERISH, FOR THY UNJUST ACTS!
Ego has been bonked
MiqoMarch #8: Formal
It’s been a while since I’ve dredged up Jak’s dragon motif - but then, she refers to herself as one less frequently, these days. That ‘draconic’ ego hasn’t gone anywhere, however - she’s still every bit as greedy, prideful, and wrothful as any great, scaly beast.
Why? 'Cause I'm heartless And I'm back to my ways 'cause I'm heartless All this money and this pain got me heartless Low life for life 'cause I'm heartless
'Cause I do well for myself Nothing you do is extraordinary Taxing on my mental health And my last boyfriend was cautionary
Prompt #8: Clamor
The sheep all clamored for one thing, or another - often a mate, or the simple act of sex, itself. They press their bodies into these enclosed spaces where they sweat and yell and everything is too loud, and there’s too much body on display; peacocks strutting and screaming.
Livestock on display at the market.
I realize that my new ‘business partner’ is starting yet another of these flesh-trade establishments as a hub for criminal activity - why it must always be about sex with people, I’ll never know. It’s not as though I detest the act...anymore, anyways. But to seemingly make it one’s sole focus in life? If all roads lead back to your bed, you are ultimately shallow and uncompelling - nothing more than a rutting beast, fit for little more than the slaughter.
Is there anything, anymore, that really strikes passion into me?
Violence. Chaos. Throwing all that careful control to the wind.
It is almost reflexive, anymore, to continue in my attempts at upward mobility and notoriety. I want...I want...I want much and more that is decidedly unsavory, I’ll admit. When I see sheep so blithe to that which walks among them, I want to break them. I ache to watch ego shatter; instead, I suffer the insult of the ignorance of the herd.
I do not clamor like the frothing masses, however; I have a quiet expectation of my desires - not a loud, raucous insistence...anywhere but in my own head, anyways.
❣ If someone had the power to bring them back after death, would they want them to?
“Why not? Death is the one unavoidable thing we all share, so...being able to beat it would be pretty fucking great. Just you know...not as a zombie or some shite. The details matter on deals like that.”
(via https://open.spotify.com/track/77FCR4aSzs7Zu4MYWkFmDA?si=ZQxBmow_TKa_O1K3rfHGOQ)