138. Roar
There's this beast that lurks within all of us, hulking and grotesque. It's hungry, and it needs to be fed.
We try to keep it happy by feeding it now and then, but that only whets its appetite. It's had a taste, now it wants more. It's weird how we can sometimes kid ourselves in thinking that we have it under control, we never do. How could you control a thing like that eh?
These base instincts, it fills us with glee and terror at the same time. Glee because it's always happy when it's feasting...terror because, holy shit, ain't it freaking fearsome to let something like that run loose and unbound?
Question is, do we keep that beast in check...maybe feed it now and then...or do we let it loose upon the unsuspecting world...?
Questions to ponder upon in the cold recesses of night perhaps.
5 comments:
23" curse?
was thinking more to the darkness in men's souls...u know the kind...the one that stirs these hateful feelings like this overwhelming emotion of glee and joy at seeing those english muppets flop in russia...oh joy!
Opulently inane hate this is.
it's triple happiness...
first the muppets got beat in russia, then in the stade de france, and finally in brazil...life is beautiful
I blame the long suffering english impercations.
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