It is a place that looks like this.
can we transfer desires, knowing nothing else?
the pristine new soulglasses, sold to me
with promises of perfection
have numerous evident flaws.
the expense was devastating
demolishing several pieces of myself,
the ones I esteemed as foremost.
these willing was I to trade for perfection.
but conformity loses its value
when the ache for difference
punishes worse, tenfold
than its brutal consequences.
eminence becomes worthless
when pressure to triumph
becomes heavier, a score fold
than the side effects of loneliness.
honor becomes ridiculous
when better men look up
with perceptible admiration
shining out of their eyes.
the new soulglasses i have bought
are better indeed, are rooted in success.
But it hurts so much worse
than my black cracked pair.
soulglasses meaning condition of the soul.
wondering how i am supposed to enjoy the light
talking about the light
they said it was perfect, just happiness and joy
but it aint.
it took a lot to escape the darkness
i gave up some of my identity
pieces that i loved, that i said, "this is who I am."
But I would give anything for perfection. So i gave all.
being the same as everyone else sucks
when i miss being different so much
missing nonconformity hurts worse x 10
than actually being a nonconformist
people liking me sucks
when they expect me to be the best, always.
and it hurts x 20
than being lonely.
okay, how can i say im honorable
when better dudes obviously have
the idea that I am a role model for them?
i know the light is better
but sometimes it hurts more
than the darkness
It’s not about the money, it’s about sending a message. Everything burns!
- “Do I really look like a guy with a plan? You know what I am? I’m like a dog chasing cars, I wouldn’t know what to do if I caught one, you know, I’d just do…things.”
“Do you want to know why I use a knife? You see, guns are too quick. You can’t savor all of the little…emotions. In their last moments, people show you who they really are. So in a way…I knew your friends better than you ever did. Would you like to know which of them were cowards?”
What you call sanity, it's just a prison in your mind that stops you from seeing that you're just tiny little cogs in a giant absurd machine. Wake up!
“Introduce a little anarchy, upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos, I’m an agent of chaos , and you know the thing about chaos? It’s fair.”
Don’t talk like one of them. You’re not! Even if you’d like to be. To them, you’re just a freak, like me! They need you right now, but when they don’t, they’ll cast you out, like a leper! You see, their morals, their code, it’s a bad joke. Dropped at the first sign of trouble. They’re only as good as the world allows them to be. I’ll show you. When the chips are down, these… these civilized people, they’ll eat each other. See, I’m not a monster. I’m just ahead of the curve.
“Let’s put a smile on that face!”
Pablo: Once a king of the facility, now a swacker in training. Self Taught.
BOB: A man stranded in space and time, forever bound to the arctic circle. I have friends.
Bryson: The older brother of Pablo, Once known as stork. a real apple pie kind of man, except when his insanity shines through.
Cameron: The most mysterious of the clan. His alter-ego Camo is a crime fighting machine taking down people all over the crime syndicate in central america.
Nick: The newest member of the IMB clan. Has never wears Gestapo uniform, and doesn't plan on it. He loves Tim-Tams and all things Metro-Atlantic.
P.s. Sorry i didnt find the peaqch soda. this will do for now.