the animal returns!
he loses restraint in an instant. no longer even-keel. no longer of acceptable mental capacity. no longer composed. he is rage! uncontrollable furnace. he's kicking and screaming, literally and primally - totally uninhibited. clenched jaw and the gritty taste of grinded toothdust.
and he's searching unconsciously, feverishly, for something of comfort...something he can control. 'where the fuck is this?' or 'why the fuck is this so untidy?' or some other triviality. trivial to his human form and under normal circumstances, but to animal? of life or death criticality.
and when he finds it? that something that was so necessary for him to restore congruence? that he sought without cerebral thought? does it provide evidence that he has control? that he is...man? does it restore status? meh. unfortunately the assuagement is but a brief breeze.
just...need...control...
...or perception of it, at least. please, we beg of you, trick us into thinking we are in control. and in return? happiness and obedience.
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