assumes Jordan Peterson Kermit voice
the Shadow
the Shadow encourages me to punch people who fuck me off and not cinematically either, not Hollywood style slow-motion violence, snarling nasty Glasgow voice regaling me with torture scenes and firearms offences but I put my arm around the cunt and say “fancy a bacon roll and a Jaffa cake instead?”
it’ll shrug and strop off to the shed, mumble obscenities, tell me it’s ok doing prison time for damaging a few problems, instead of the naughty step I offer it a cup of coffee
Mr Shadow had the reigns for a while when heroin was levelling this daemon and he had a silent partner too, the Shark - even I didn’t always see that cunt coming, it would deploy in sketchy situations where all your intuition is saying this is gonna go tits up in the next 20 seconds so act
personality parts now 98% reintegrated into a whole, a round table - wisdom nurturing and shielding parts, antagonists like the shark and the sentry on the other - where we hash reality out
outside of the all subconscious prefiguring of movement in spacetime, eg how to get from this desk to a kettle in the next room, your ego states are jostling for Control too or at least where and how I’ve tried to outline above, they have very distinct tones intermingled with the chaos of imagery