pick me up - push me down
Together, walking towards a predestined goal, surrounded by a crowd, in which I'm nothing. In a scene, where I am but part of the set, and my presence a mere shade upon the greatness of their minds.
Surrounded by men of the second stage, those who strayed from the social mass, and those who unknowingly forged their own twisted replica of a society, with its own twisted rules.
Twisted, only in the eyes of the majority of man.
However, a society remains a society no matter how deformed and disfigured. These men attributed the final light to a goddamn light bulb. These men pulled their fucking heads out of their minds too early, and imprisoned themselves in a haven of moral superiority and social magic.
They managed to beat the mere majority. Fooled by its plentied followers they thought the majority of man to be a powerful foe, where as they are in reality a foe not even worth its name.
Among the herds I can walk. Among the herds I can find peace, perhaps not amusment or fulfilment, but harmony at least.
I have no interest in joining a fucking animalistic alpha male fight for who's got the greater mind. For to enforce dominion over a rival mind is as much imprisonment as is being the Omega.
The price of the game needs be paid by all members. Even those who in their money grabbing ways sought to escape it.
This is some hard core bullshit. Bullshit only certain things in life can redeem.
Certain very beautiful things. As the peaceful exchange of the (real)deviant mind with a kin of the mind.
(sorry for the text bing all squished up... this blog does that sometimes....piece o shit)
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