They are not mine, though I abide in their territory for a wee while longer. They'll get hit from the outside for the first time in their bloody creation on the genocide of those who had it right. Like I'm gonna shed any tears? NO!!!!!!!!! I may even join the mullethead in 'its' celebration, before, during, and AFTER!!!!!!!!!
Will I be here to see it?
Chances are, though I'm not one hundred percent certain.
Well, actually I'm bein' 'hit' right now. I'll just be gone before any noticeable damage sets in, and by then all will be irrelevant; for I am not like you. Even if I were, I can go home to repair myself fully and come back as good as before.
Gods, I feel so pradoxical about this place. There are the good, the clueless, and the psychopaths. All asked for the experience, and all need each other to evolve; but what a way to go!
Such is the way of 'the fallen'. One of which I am not technically of; though I do 'live the life' for just a little over a year, in time. . .which I am no longer trapped in.
I feel pride for the revolutionaries, those that remember how they were meant to live, and contempt for the rest.
Ya ken, I feel kind of drugged. Like I'm on some sort of euphoriant, I suppose. It's almost like a runners' high, which I do get all the time, by the way. Pretty good, gettin' off on the pendin' JUSTICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now, I have to go. I'm bein pestered for a photoshoot. . .that's NOT goin' on line. After all, I DON'T EXIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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