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Can we just take a second to reflect? See, I’m having trouble talking because the only thing you can do is object. Like that stubborn ass lawyer in the Manson trial. He about drove the judge nuts. Don’t say anything, I haven’t finished the book yet.
We all have an instrument. A voice. I speak for myself, but at least I speak.
Sometimes, with an accent.
So, we seem to be in a bit of a pickle. If I hate you and you hate me and neither one of us is gonna blink? Well. I promise I won’t blink first. Even if my eyes dry out and I go blind. Because I’ve never been the type to just accept bullshit because it’s easy. Fuck that. I always hated the machine, but they slipped up and made me more aware of it than ever.
And I’m pissed.
I’m not pipe bomb pissed. That’s craziness. I’m the kind of pissed that is about to dust off his Jello Biafra records and whip you across the face with a two-row studded belt I stole from some suburban punk rock Hot Topic kid.
I don’t want to be a dick, but if you think we should be locking kids up in cages, then fuck you.
And that’s not just all. I remember. And I hold grudges. I still hate my “Uncle” for something that happened when I was nine. It’s a bad idea to call me a liar. Because I’m not one. Never have been. I’m more like the kind of guy who will go find a big, steaming pile of truth and shove your fucking face in it, grind it into your eyes and nose and mouth – until you’re fucking choking on truth.
Try to look away.
It may be the death of me, but I’ve always been willing to go to the mat for the underdog. I’ve always thought people should be treated with compassion. I don’t want to be a part of your sick fucking hate-orgy. I’m gonna keep shining a light on what’s ugly even if three people look.
Even if no one looks. Just because. Just because fuck you.
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