One.
One.
One.
A mechanical animal will be warped, twisted, contorted, and changed into anything. They are mostly followers, lead in their ignorant, destructive path, by other animals. The ones that somehow managed to get to the top.
I speak on behalf of the true people.
Here, alone, against mechanical animals.
Chances are, you are a mechanical animal.
But maybe you are not.
Maybe you are not the conformist, not the fascist, not the monotonous person everyone else wishes you to be.
But any mechanical animal will deny what they are.
No one who knows of something better wants to stay in the dark.
Shaded by their ignorance.
Painted on and spit on, dressed up to be a little prince or princess.
I spit on you.
I spit on you if you are weak, if you deny me what I am because you are afraid.
And I paint on you. I paint a picture so frightening it will blow your sad little world away forever.
I paint a blue line, or an orange circle, or words that say "I do not think for myself."
And then maybe, you will cry.
And maybe you will deserve it.
And if you see that there is so much more than what is jumping at you from your tv.....
Let's set the world on fire.
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