Filthy dogs. Gutter running. Intellectual slumming. Social beasts that are unrealized and unmotivated social pariahs. Blood-stained hands gnawed by blood-stained teeth. Bark. Bark. Bark. Yap. Yap. Yap. Smile while you plot. Pretend to be a star. Wear victimhood like a crown. Find strength in all your weakness. Running mouth. Shut mind. Yapping dog. Rat eyes. Petty talk. Lickspittle mind. Apologists. Herd mentality. Lemmings. Happy to be diving off a cliff. Smile the whole way down.
Do you know why serial killers exist? Do you know why dictators crush? Do you know why genocides happen? Do you know why people are exiled? Do you know why your liberty is lost? Do you know why you end up in a mental jail? It's not because madmen seek power. It's not because sociopaths slide up your streets in the dead of night looking for a window cracked to let in the night breeze. It's because people like you don't realize what you are and you must be handled. Tyrants will always exist. Sociopaths will always stalk. But you, TV reflected in dead eyes, you are gleeful in your abandon. You smile at the realization of your own ignorance. You wallow in your own waste and call it "luxury." Your existence is at the whim and kindness of those who see you for what you are. Your breath is gift. The light in your eyes a privilege.
You take pathetic to god-like levels.
Oh, how you feign surprise when justice takes its course. Oh, how you plead your innocence when the boot is stomping on your face. Oh, how you simper and drool. "But I didn't know ..." You never did. You never bothered. You never will.
You mistake symbols. You ignore reason. You make an enemy of common sense and logic. You turn your back on that which scares you. You embrace a faith you don't understand and then lack the facilities to even act accordingly. You have lost wonder. You have lost thought. You have lost intellect. You have lost all that made you human and became a parasite on the collective wasteland of mankind. Quite simply, you've mistaken living with breathing and you have outlived your cheap appeal.
Don't fret. Don't despair. Incinerating the lot of you not happen as flames are cleansing and you have long lost the rights to such things. Your continued existence is guaranteed as long as we need fuel of a different sort. In other words: You get to continue keeping bar stools warm and QVC happy.
This disdain doesn't come from your wealth or lack of it. It doesn't come from your religion or lack of it. It doesn't come from you pigmentation or lack of it. It comes from your inability to realize your potential, not because you lack the resources or knowledge on how to do so, but because you never tried. You made a conscious choice to live a life void of meaning, void of hope, void of thought, void of introspection, void of all the things that make life worth living. You turned your back on that and tuned out. You aren't even a spectator. You aren't even a witness. You are simply there. Like a rock. A boil has more of an existence than you.
Prepare. Wait. Worry.
(Fleshing out a new manuscript is fun, fun, fun! As soon as I have the first draft finished on the current one, this one will take hold. Inspired by history, science and the occult. Driven not by rage, but by the concepts of purity, love and faith. If you think about that in the context of the above, you should have experienced a slight chill down your spine. If you didn't, maybe it's about you...)