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To Stray, SSBC, Premedia, Kostopo and the like,
Where do I begin? I supposed I'll begin where it fits, the place where it ends, where I end, where we end and where it burns. We really had something going for a while. We were the better mandibles. We really had the power to, you know, make a little noise, right? We were the logical ones. We were all real alike. We were the ones you'd never see. We could be right next door. We don't really fit in at social fundtions or school - they find us strange, we find them boring. Generic, right? Gen/gen types. They're all made out of ticky-tacky and they all look just the same. We should fit in with each other, pieces of the same picture-puzzle, eh? But, no. I meant to start where it burns, ashes to dust motes and water to steam-engines, where it ends and where the loop starts. So here it all is, the end of the loop. You should know by now that I'm going, I shouldn't be here. We, people like us, we don't fit in, not even with each other. Us, we don't want to fit, so we choose not to, taking non-comformity over happiness. Us, some might keep trying to fit, but it'll all be thrown to chickulomfh. To Cthulu maybe. MPIAT. Anonymous only clocks and wires when you're anonymous. So that's hate by numbers. I'm going. Have a nice time, and if you need me, I'll be driving 'cross the desert, watching lightning skip across the sky.
-Essence O'Brien

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