I realize that there are good people out there...but...one grows tired of drifting in the ocean for 18 years still hoping for some boat to suddenly find you half alive. the old saying there are so many fish in the sea..well my hand is a prune from plungin my hand constantly into the ocean grasping a fish here and there that spits the salt into my eyes..and flips back into the ocean...once in awhile a fish will voluntarily jump into my raft and offer itself. So i'd reach over to it..and right before i touch it, it would spit in my face like the millions of others and jump back into the ocean laughing. I don't know why i thought Mimi would be different..mabye i like to create some sounds for me to listen too after 18 years of silence...Can you hear it? The silence of the ocean? The silence of your very own screams? No one hearing except your own ears which will lie to you as well. Or mabye can you see something taht i don't? mabye some illusion or mirage? that will quickly disapeer as fast as the fish escaping your grasp? I don't know mabye its time to cotterize my own eyes. So my eyes wont lie. Mabye its time to use that flame inside to burn my ear drums and allow smoke to char my nassel passages. I should eat some coals too so i can't taste the lies either...
Enlighten me friend how is the land over there? is it hard or is it as soft as the water i drift on? Can you hear others or are they too just as non existant as our dreams? Are you marooned? trapped inside another prison as i am stuck in? The teachers of southwest are certainly machines...they are not human..they have been transformed. They abuse you with their medal arms. Bruising your cheeks as they bring their mountainous arms across your face also slamming you to the floor as well. They chain you to the desk pry open your eyes and force you to listen to their lifeless lectures. It is a punishment worse than death, more frozen than ice. Has the higher power that controls the teachers at southwest control the teachers over at your world? Controling the teachers like some sort of wizard creating mindless golems wondering about assimilating kids turning them too to cold medal. Am I the only one that hasn't allowed the cold medal from entering my veins...It has made me alone indeed...for everybody is a golem..i am the only human left over here...evan was assimilated a long time ago into a golem which is cracked...one day he will explode and he will either shatter like a tree being struck by lightning or he will escape his lifelong imprisonment and the medal will melt off his body like a tear dripping down your face.
So give me a quick message, have you been assimilated? Or are you human? Do you feel the RED blood flowing through your veins? Do you feel you heart beat?! Do you taste your very own humanity and smell the rain drops of your sweat?

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