Jul 17, 2011 05:59
This one is tired and drunk and simply does not want to sleep but must do so at some point.
It hates its biological functions and thinks in a prismatic fashion.
I'm synaesthetic.
It's not as awesome as one might think.
My pet ferrets make my house smell like ammonia and shit.
My pet snake just makes the latter more salient, the former has no effect.
I love the fact that she can't feel any emotion towards me.
I guess that makes me some kind of monster, but...
I love her because she cannot love me. She enjoys my warmth and attention, my gifts of food, but not my existence. She only cares for the physical.
Hatshepsut can only care for that which I give her.
She cannot feel anything but my doting compassion. No care, no love.
And I fucking crystallize my experience with that.
She is simplistic and single-minded.
I wish I could be so unfettered.