OXY.
Their lives of what? Of aiming to be good for reasons they don’t understand, of trying to follow rules they didn’t make, of trying to impress leaders that have no bearing on them? Why? To what end? What is the point of mindless subservience, of conforming to normality, of restraining from hedonistic pleasures because it is frowned upon? You have addition, and from addition you have gained power. You bury the memories that might have held you back, using intoxication to forget the past that would otherwise haunt you, and you have come out the better for it. So if they want to look down on you… The hell for it.
A glance to your bag confirms that it is no longer an alligator and slowly, ruefully, you reach your nose down. It is with practiced precision that you grab a vine, chewing it slowly, savoring its taste, staring the Moon Bitch in the eye while you do it. “Thanks for nothing,” you slur with a wink, flicking your tail around your hocks. And while you’d love to stay and chat some more, this isn’t really your scene. Turning, you pick up the wobbly trot that is almost your trademark. Color has returned to your life- normality. It is time to see Snowflake again.
Thanks!!
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