Pointless rambling. Trying to not lose all writing ability.


Sometimes, people asked him why he ate tofu.

He'd smile politely, give a wave for the reporters, and say, "I've been the animals. It would be wrong to eat them, and feel all around freaky."

And he wasn't lying.

He just wasn't telling the complete truth.

There was a big difference. …Right?

The Beast ate meat. He ate it for a reason. It was juicy, sometimes still stained red from the blood, and in some cases, cannibalistic. It made his systems surge with primal fury, his heart pump faster with adrenaline.

It drove out something he hated, and yet it was something he occasionally wished to be.

He hated meat.

And he yet loved it.


It's late at night...I wrote this late...I'm tired... .---.