It is a place that looks like this.Me. |
New Soulglasses 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? the light 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.
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