People hold me back by having such dumb expectations of me. Every day I feel the consequences of their such sewer thoughts about me, so much that it is hard to rise above it. I'm living in a Sim with 2D men and women, who have the intelligence of eighth graders. Plastic spastic woopie fantastic, sprayed in formeldrehyde perfume poison, spray tanned Gifs who only destroy beauty and grace. Some people can't hide the punishment of their vacuous greed. I'm speaking from the prison-like inferno of my own trial by a thousand tests still. Why is the sun so hot near Berriedale 7011? Is Ra the Sun god in residence?
EVEN UP
Social Science and Leftism is a bunch of Lemmings walking off a cliff of pride and optimism, too optimistic and too soft for this world. Religious Lore and Rightism is a language of the heart, but minds take time to grow, and good hearts can turn bad if they are bullied and surveilled too much. Even Up is about looking both ways before you cross anywhere or anyone, where am I and who am I with, "and I know for myself I would rather live than be afraid" (Cape Fear).
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