Take 7 minutes

Having just been through a situation with a few people who I will not out here, I realized a very important part of life.

When something that was very important to you doesn't work out the way you exactly wanted it to, you need to react. If you don't then the little reptile that lives inside of you is still going to react anyway. You may as well try to get him to react on your terms, rather than his. He's got big jaws and can kill without hesitation. So you need to teach him not to over react. You need to fully come to terms with the amount of carnage he wants to do.

When you try and cage the beast in your body. He will soon turn into an angry bitter beast capable of just about anything. He will sit around and plot out schemes taking up all of your day in pensive contemplative pestilence.

Until the day you realize a little too lately that the cage can no longer contain the violent animal. So you have to grab it by it's mouth and try to fight him off. But he is already so powerful and mighty. He pins you to the floor devouring you in minutes.

And now you can't tell any bit apart. None reptilian nor human. You walk and talk and act like he and him you. And then you go on a killing spree. Maybe you don't commit murder, but you murder a relationship, friendship or social contract. Because you've become an unthinking lizard. One so confused he knows only to protect himself.

When a pile of shit could best describe the highlight of your day you need to take seven minutes. Seven minutes of havoc, consequences free. Screaming at the top of your lungs the entire time.

The beast gets tired. Too tired to fight, droopy eyed he wanders back into the box willingly and forgets all.

You're dark dummy! It's the reason you sleep. Be Dark sometimes.

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