winkash

Well, I don't know where am I leading to with this. Let's call it experimental.
My character could be a paladin of Justice, but whose Justice?
Contributions appreciated.

Hush, baby!

There is a group of people who is definitely crazy…
In the bad side of the term, trying to fix the world through the Internet, using a sticky moral logic as their face card,
intended to lecture the misfits about proper ways,
always filling the environment with politically correct farts,
deprived of tolerable smell.
They think they are intelligent just because they can. Or worse, they think that they can attach labels on us and that we're dumb because we are no likely to liking their products.

(Who cares? Buy a life but not mine, you, pesky jerk!
Stay away from my horizons! Youre not different from all the flabby-minded that used to haunting my unstable peace in times of real pain.
Show me a sign that tells me you forgot that I exist!
It's all I've been looking for. Is it too much asking, sad-looking visor?
Want the feel of my friendship? Eat a razor, tainted fresco.
Nothing good can come from your whitewashed coercion.)

These people don’t stop by the mirror but are able to empathize with a wall. How many of them have you seen fucking up all the potentially good things to subsequently ask the bricks: Oh, what went wrong?

(And what went wrong when you're as depressing as a room with no windows; when you’re so exasperatingly anodyne and infectious that killing you would be just boring.
When you’re grey! In the bad sense of the term.

(Sigh)
Just stop acting as if you were Lazarus. OK? I don't give a damn about cults or spiritual guidance.
The painful realisation, now that I’ve calm down, is that I wished, but I can’t.

(Sigh)
I can’t, while you would never understand.
Time’s up, honey, see me fade once again.)

Sometimes dullness’s so deafening that it prevents us from hearing our own hopes.
One thing was that we made a mistake when we decided to live up to others’ expectations and another thing would be to die for dating Approval in the no-face land with desires coined by perhaps.
If sex is what we seek, let's prostitute somewhere else to get some material reward to pay for it!
But not here! Here whores become whirls of hysteria when one shows the least intention to stay. Lady's rivalry, homosexual's vindication, gay’s and male’s hurt pride!
Asexual apprehension!

(Please, don’t make me think in colours, not now).

What they -those people- refuse to see is that we celebrate an out-of-screen reality which doesn't need a yellow wink or a magic wand to be.
(And with yellow I refer to the popular smileys).
For us, their witty remarks have been forgotten for too long in the fridge.
They’ve so sadly lost freshness, colour and smoothness that we are no longer interested in savouring them.
Food for thought is what I’ve been looking for and I say it almost ashamed of feeling proud of recognizing my right to speak behind the same anonymity mask some calloused passions wore to unfurl their frustrations beyond words, just as if they themselves wouldn't rely on them in the first place.
Circumstances are guilty and those ghosts over there give me no reason to feel responsible, no reason to care, no dignity to respect.
(Twisted religion, fumbled solidarity, fake faith…
Hush, baby! Or sell one more prejudice to the innocent and you’ll have me returning the favour).

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"All, all is theft, all is unceasing and rigorous competition in nature; the desire to make off with the substance of others is the foremost - the most legitimate - passion nature has bred into us and, without doubt, the most agreeable one."
Marquis de Sade