'I was made to live a freak when I was denied my rights as a psychopath, and imprisoned for what I am. That box made me... now people die, and who's fault is it really....? It's yours. YOURS!'
Or something else that spawns the psychophobia in plebs... I mean, even if it DOES hurt someone: it doesn't matter who chose what or when or whether why how...
All that matters is how you will judge what is, because what could have been has never been and will never be until it is. Judge it 'right', judge it 'wrong', judge it 'good', judge it 'bad', judge is 'disgusting', judge is 'sexy'... you are your own decider, and you will own what you have wrought through the judgements you have made... or:
They will own you.
Or something else that spawns the psychophobia in plebs... I mean, even if it DOES hurt someone: it doesn't matter who chose what or when or whether why how...
All that matters is how you will judge what is, because what could have been has never been and will never be until it is. Judge it 'right', judge it 'wrong', judge it 'good', judge it 'bad', judge is 'disgusting', judge is 'sexy'... you are your own decider, and you will own what you have wrought through the judgements you have made... or:
They will own you.
Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day
