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I'm standing in the dark corner of everywhere you've ever been. You notice me enough to know I don't fit in, but after that it's just a blur. While you cherish that ignorance, I have gained all that you lose with your lack of awareness.

The light inside you, however unique, is dimmed by the collective mind you embrace. I'd get to know you, but I've met you nine thousand times before. You're coming off the MTV assembly line. You're mind has been sculpted by the white picket fence dream. The world is filled with a product that has met and exceeded demands. That product is you, and your worth crashed when you flooded the market with copies of copies of you.

Individuality is not something you can buy. It's not something you can call yourself when who you are is a poster boy or girl for the status quo. I've seen you marketed on Hot-Topic ads. I've watched you walk the streets in a thousand tailor made variations of the suit you have on. I've had my fill of everyone crammed inside this mold of so called alienation and preach about how they suffer as pariahs and outsiders.

Everyone pretends they want out, but all they do is scurry like insects, trying to find their place within the system. All across the spectrum of conformity people like you jump to fit in.

From this corner in every room, it's all the same. Corporate board meetings or local rock shows, you're all the same. You'll never see me because you can't even see yourself for what you are.

You all want out, but in denying yourself the power to choose for yourself, you went deeper in than ever before. And from here, I try not to boast, but I'm the only outsider you'll ever meet. Knowledge is power and with it you'll find the key that opens all doors.

If you want to see where ignorance leads, look around, it's taking you nowhere. You're going to die as you live, unhappily but blissful.

10 comments:

Christopher said...

You have yet to learn the rules of this game….used intelligently, a pawn can create a checkmate, or become a very powerful player himself. Don’t you understand? This is all a game all of this is just a game. Just like football, basketball…a game. Play it and play it to win, because in the real world, no one wants to hear excuses or empty rhetoric, they want to know if you have a plan. Do you have a plan? Or do you only have hollow words?

--Ari-- said...

You might not think you're a part of the system, but believe me, you are. You are exactly what you claim not to be. You are not a glitch in the matrix and you are not a beautiful snowflake. You are on the opposite end of the binary that is life and death, jock and geek, night and day, awake and asleep, but you are a part of that binary, whether you want to be or not. You might claim to be above it all, but you are not. You are very definitely a cog in the machine and no amount of storytelling will differentiate you from everyone else. No, you are a necessary part of the equation and even though you seek to rebel against it, you too will find yourself conforming to it. And that Project161, is your fatal fallacy in this whole grand design of yours. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.

Demonotaku said...

the best plan is to leave your enemy clueless right before you strike, just like dimming the arena lights and attacking in the darkness, or hiding till the time is right and coming from the crowd

shane.charleson@gmail.com said...

Black Scorpion? Is that you?

R W Scott said...
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R W Scott said...

I wandered lost till I found you.

Your words light fires in my mind and remind me that there is truth left in this lie of an existence I live.

Every day I get up and work through the same monotonous motions, because I have no hope left. Life failed me so long ago, with its media whore promises of fame and beauty and a hollwood happy ending.

I never knew. No one told me. No one told me, you live alone, you die alone, the rest is a lie.

Your truth brings me strength to fight. But I need to know what to fight for.

Show us the way ...

R W Scott said...

If someone had asked me what it means to be alive, I would have answered in good faith that it means nothing, merely an empty vessel ... we were all just a pile of awkward lives, embarrassed by ourselves. We hadn't the slightest reason to be there, none of us. Every living being, confused, vaguely anxious, felt redundant ... I was redundant too ... I had vague notions of doing away with myself, to rid the world of at least one of these superfluous lives.

R W Scott said...

Evil is the product of the ability of humans to make abstract that which is concrete.

Christopher said...

To do evil a human being must first of all believe that what he's doing is good... Ideology - that is what gives devildoing its long-sought justification and gives the evildoer the necessary steadfastness and determination. That is the social theory which helps to make his acts seem good instead of bad in his own and others' eyes, so that he won't hear reproaches and curses but will receive praise and honors.

R W Scott said...

Battle not with monsters
lest ye become a monster
and if you gaze into the abyss
the abyss gazes into you.