The Mike Says...
Monday the 31st of May 2010
It's the end of May, and I'm scared witless about the future. I think September of 2001 was when my empathy died a strange death. 20,000 people murdered and I stopped caring about the life and death of humanity. Now, when a death hits the news be it media born or in the family, I feel nothing and only paint concern in order to evade the scornof my loved ones. (I think I've mentioned that there are maybe three or four people of whom I care about). The truth of this is not really up to me rather some strange psychiatrist who will never reach my inner brain through the time hardened shell of m bull-headedness. Still, it's a good theory and one I run with when trying to predict my future actions and, more importantly, reactions.

I have always felt wrong, somehow. I feel like there is a black between my eyes. A ink shadow on the mind grown there with herbalistic care when I was young. Imagine dipping your fingers in pitch and holding it upright, watching it drip infinitively downwards and covering you like liquid latex. I am no sociopaths and empathy is, I think, with in my skillset, but of creature kind, I care little.

Is this what it means to be a monster? Or is this sentiment, or lack of, share by all humanity and we merely wear the same mask povertous of the knowledge of everyone else's disguise? I maybe under some strange illusion brought about by my uncouth habbit of overthinking. IT just feels that way.

I don't know. Ugh. This post sponsored three cents at a time by the ads above, unseen by ad blockers. Expect Portraits this week as I have no script for what happens next, yet.

Peace Ouch, yo.

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