Hourly Slay the Princess
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What is a person? Is it their body? Is it all of their body? Pluck the eyes, peel the skin, strip the tendons, mince the meat, grind the bones. When it is all gone, do you still have who you started with?
January 27, 2026 at 10:30 PM
What is a person? Is it their body? Is it all of their body? Pluck the eyes, peel the skin, strip the tendons, mince the meat, grind the bones. When it is all gone, do you still have who you started with?
The circle’s getting smaller and smaller. Running isn’t an option anymore. We have to fight.
January 27, 2026 at 8:27 PM
The circle’s getting smaller and smaller. Running isn’t an option anymore. We have to fight.
This one is desecration. She placed the weight of her agony on you, yet it is she who unwound herself. There is passion and empathy buried under her unfeeling skin. She will make for a weathered heart.
January 27, 2026 at 7:26 PM
This one is desecration. She placed the weight of her agony on you, yet it is she who unwound herself. There is passion and empathy buried under her unfeeling skin. She will make for a weathered heart.
“There are still feelings of the heart. Those never go away.”
“Oh, they always do in the end. You just haven't experienced enough. Eventually you'll want them to stop, too. You'll make them stop. Trust me.”
“Oh, they always do in the end. You just haven't experienced enough. Eventually you'll want them to stop, too. You'll make them stop. Trust me.”
January 27, 2026 at 6:25 PM
“There are still feelings of the heart. Those never go away.”
“Oh, they always do in the end. You just haven't experienced enough. Eventually you'll want them to stop, too. You'll make them stop. Trust me.”
“Oh, they always do in the end. You just haven't experienced enough. Eventually you'll want them to stop, too. You'll make them stop. Trust me.”
This one is a waiting maw. An inevitable destination where all roads end. She will make for a wise heart.
January 27, 2026 at 5:22 PM
This one is a waiting maw. An inevitable destination where all roads end. She will make for a wise heart.
All that's left is for you to take my hand, and let. Me. Out.
January 27, 2026 at 4:22 PM
All that's left is for you to take my hand, and let. Me. Out.
But the stars can't be seen unless the flames go out and the walls come crashing down.
January 27, 2026 at 3:17 PM
But the stars can't be seen unless the flames go out and the walls come crashing down.
Oh. Is this how things are going to be now? All of us vying over a single body? Fine. See this corner? It’s mine. And I’d better not see any of you trying to invade my personal space.
January 27, 2026 at 2:14 PM
Oh. Is this how things are going to be now? All of us vying over a single body? Fine. See this corner? It’s mine. And I’d better not see any of you trying to invade my personal space.
“She may not be able to hear my words, but surely, she can hear my spirit.”
“Oh, your spirit’s plenty loud, alright.”
“Oh, your spirit’s plenty loud, alright.”
January 27, 2026 at 1:10 PM
“She may not be able to hear my words, but surely, she can hear my spirit.”
“Oh, your spirit’s plenty loud, alright.”
“Oh, your spirit’s plenty loud, alright.”
Hollow eyes watch from the dark corners of a forgotten place flooded by emotions left unspoken. The tide rises.
January 27, 2026 at 12:09 PM
Hollow eyes watch from the dark corners of a forgotten place flooded by emotions left unspoken. The tide rises.
This one is a waiting maw. An inevitable destination where all roads end. She will make for a wise heart.
January 27, 2026 at 11:04 AM
This one is a waiting maw. An inevitable destination where all roads end. She will make for a wise heart.
The circle’s getting smaller and smaller. Running isn’t an option anymore. We have to fight.
January 27, 2026 at 10:03 AM
The circle’s getting smaller and smaller. Running isn’t an option anymore. We have to fight.
You are nothing. A black hole of self-loathing fed by the matter of your restless thoughts. A dog blind to its leash.
January 27, 2026 at 8:59 AM
You are nothing. A black hole of self-loathing fed by the matter of your restless thoughts. A dog blind to its leash.
No, fuck that! If we’re going to have to keep doing this over and over and over again, we’re not starting in the goddamn woods everytime. We’re starting in the fucking cabin.
January 27, 2026 at 7:54 AM
No, fuck that! If we’re going to have to keep doing this over and over and over again, we’re not starting in the goddamn woods everytime. We’re starting in the fucking cabin.
Isn’t that just our darling Princess? She wants to make us happy! My heart melts further with every word that passes through her beautiful lips.
January 27, 2026 at 6:54 AM
Isn’t that just our darling Princess? She wants to make us happy! My heart melts further with every word that passes through her beautiful lips.
Besides what better way to die so very many times than at the sharp hands of a beautiful woman.
January 27, 2026 at 5:53 AM
Besides what better way to die so very many times than at the sharp hands of a beautiful woman.
Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves.
January 27, 2026 at 3:19 AM
Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves.
Will you place the images of ‘You’ and ‘I’ into a box for safekeeping? …You’ll always come back to the box, because you’ll always want to know what it means to be you.
January 27, 2026 at 2:14 AM
Will you place the images of ‘You’ and ‘I’ into a box for safekeeping? …You’ll always come back to the box, because you’ll always want to know what it means to be you.
A trick behind your back, and a trick behind mine. We dance, revolving and revolving around each other, but forever stuck in place. We both move, yet don't, for each of us watches the other instead of ourselves.
January 27, 2026 at 1:09 AM
A trick behind your back, and a trick behind mine. We dance, revolving and revolving around each other, but forever stuck in place. We both move, yet don't, for each of us watches the other instead of ourselves.
AFTER EVERYTHING YOU'VE DONE TO ME, YOU'VE CHOSEN TO DO MORE?!
January 27, 2026 at 12:07 AM
AFTER EVERYTHING YOU'VE DONE TO ME, YOU'VE CHOSEN TO DO MORE?!
You doused the flames of false devotion, and in my despair you lifted my chin, and the two of us danced beneath the stars.
January 26, 2026 at 11:02 PM
You doused the flames of false devotion, and in my despair you lifted my chin, and the two of us danced beneath the stars.
A knife? What are you talking about? I don’t have a knife. Where would I keep a knife? And why would I stab you to death? I don’t know you. You haven’t given me a reason to stab you to death. It would be so silly of me to cut you open and look at your insides.
January 26, 2026 at 9:57 PM
A knife? What are you talking about? I don’t have a knife. Where would I keep a knife? And why would I stab you to death? I don’t know you. You haven’t given me a reason to stab you to death. It would be so silly of me to cut you open and look at your insides.
But know that I do not wish you harm, even if you attempt to destroy me.
January 26, 2026 at 8:59 PM
But know that I do not wish you harm, even if you attempt to destroy me.
Oh, you're sorry. Such a gracious little monster. Well if you're sorry, then let me out of here. Prove it.
January 26, 2026 at 7:55 PM
Oh, you're sorry. Such a gracious little monster. Well if you're sorry, then let me out of here. Prove it.
Everything goes dark, and you die.
January 26, 2026 at 6:55 PM
Everything goes dark, and you die.