Hopefully Monday will go a bit better... ok, yes, technically it's Monday morning NOW, but really, 12:30 isn't morning. Not yet.

I keep being... dunno. Stifled? It's like something slaps a gag on my fingertips every time I try to write, lately. I don't know what's causing it, and I haven't yet figured out how to get around it, and it's driving me NUTS.

I...

...I thought I had no words.

And then I read something, a journal entry that I'm not going to link to here. Something... tempting. Tantalizing. Something that's got me remembering all over again why I Hunt, why I like causing pain, why I crave that look, that sound, the tiny little nuances that so clearly reveal my pets' suffering. Something that's making me switch from confused-and-tired to darkly amused, hungry, prowling...

It's dangerous, to provoke this side of me. I know the person who wrote the entry is aware of this. And I half suspect the entry was designed... not entirely to provoke me, certainly. Perhaps not even consciously.

But those words... those thoughts...

...the result was known.

Such beautiful words.

I prize that ability to express - it's bloody rare, and to find someone who can pour out their heart and soul in ways that make every muscle clench and every beat of my heart seem thunderclap loud... that's beyond priceless.

There are a few things I need to take care of, everyday sort of things, and then... *smirk* ...and then, I'm going to take what those wonderful words offered.

That, and so much more.

Gods, but I'm hungry tonight.