Haven’t we spent our whole lives backed into a corner? Haven’t we got thoroughly used to it, our corner? Weren’t we always trying simply to survive in our corner? Wasn’t that good enough for us: trying to survive, in our corner?
The world made us like this. This is who we are.
The lies made us like this. And knowing, somehow, that the lies were lies.
The poison made us like this. And knowing, too, that we’d been poisoned.
We’re growing sicker. We’re getting worse. How is it possible to get worse?
Is there any limit to this? To our sickness?
Our sicknesses. Our illnesses. Of the head. Our mordancy. That we express! That we teach! That we transmit to others!
We haven’t quite been educated out of the truth. Our of the lies. Out of our processing.
We haven’t been completely corrupted. We’re not completely corrupted.
Why were we let through? Who slipped up? Who wasn’t watching? What have we been brought here to do?
Our hearts still beat. We’re still alive, somehow. Still living. How is that possible? How can you feel like this and live?
It’s not right, is it? Have we ever had a single glad thought? A single happy moment?
Dancing in our chains. Look at us. We think we’re happy. With everything wrong with us. Everything that could be wrong with us, wrong with us.
Our excuse for living. Our excuse-lives. Which we don’t deserve!
Our life is made of our disgust. Our living is nothing other than hatred. Our misery!
What do we do with our lives? What use are our lives? Where are they leading? Where are they taking us?
Our instincts: hatred. Our desires: desires to hate. Our life blood: hatred. Our speech: hate speech. Our fundamental mood: horror. Depression. Anxiety. Our feeling: confinement.
Work in Progress 