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Your mirror thinks you're strange
Mar. 30th, 2002 01:42 amI feel completely alien in your world. I feel like I belong elsewhere.
There are simply too many things in your lives that do not make sense. And you don't seem to care. You even endorse and edify some of them.
Every day I watch countless people put a loaded gun to their heads and pull the trigger, smiling. I watch them shove dull knives into their breastbones and extract their hearts, beating, a piece at a time. I watch them, laughing, dancing, showing me their wounds and the filthy, shredded rags they use to cover them, and they just glide along on their way, singing tuneless, wordless, soundless songs.
When I tell them I am dying of thirst, of hunger, of every starvation, they pat me on the head strangely and offer me a vinegar-soaked sponge.
How can you not see the cliff? How can you just bustle along, oblivious to the inevitable?
You frighten me.
The irony lies in the fact that when I warn you of the hideous demise you are so gleefully rushing toward, you look at me sidelong and tell me that I am the one who is strange.
There are simply too many things in your lives that do not make sense. And you don't seem to care. You even endorse and edify some of them.
Every day I watch countless people put a loaded gun to their heads and pull the trigger, smiling. I watch them shove dull knives into their breastbones and extract their hearts, beating, a piece at a time. I watch them, laughing, dancing, showing me their wounds and the filthy, shredded rags they use to cover them, and they just glide along on their way, singing tuneless, wordless, soundless songs.
When I tell them I am dying of thirst, of hunger, of every starvation, they pat me on the head strangely and offer me a vinegar-soaked sponge.
How can you not see the cliff? How can you just bustle along, oblivious to the inevitable?
You frighten me.
The irony lies in the fact that when I warn you of the hideous demise you are so gleefully rushing toward, you look at me sidelong and tell me that I am the one who is strange.
