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They think cruelty is a sport. They think bullying others proves they're smarter than their victims. How can betraying someone's trust "prove" how smart you are? You're not smart; you're a cheater, a coward, spineless, a parasite. It takes courage to have ethics, to protect the weak, to speak the truth, to not act out on every single impulse, fart and feeling in a moment. They're SO stupid, SO lazy, they actually believe Jesus didn't symbolize exactly the opposite of how they behave, yet damn near every one of them out here has a cross, a fish, a bumper sticker, a saint . . . POSERS!
So, I'm in the land of the undead: zombies, not alive, slow, dessicated, repulsive, useless, ugly, mutilated, filthy, cold and only really dangerous if you can't think or move fast enough. They're easy to outrun, out think, out last. The only difference between the posers and zombies is posers breed, damn it. And their spawn are even stupider and lazier than the previous generation. POSERS!
And they follow me around town, around the internet. Their little, narrow lives are so small, they've never seen a human being who can play the flute, raise goats, bake a souffle, grow heirloom crops, produce radio, write a sonnet, talk with academics, understand astronomy and create and revel in beauty, all around her, all the time. They're drawn to me and terrified of me. Am I a witch? Am I mentally unstable? Am I even human? Maybe I'm a demon; they always abdicate their personal responsibility by blaming either g*d, satan, other fairy tails or every other human on Earth for their own laziness and stupidity, after all. POSERS!
A whole Universe of wonder, beauty, joy and love is right in front of their noses and they will never see it. And they hate me because I can. Too bad, so sad. POSERS!
They're blowin' so much smoke, foolin' themselves, is it any wonder they can't see?
