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because you crack. I don't. The very idea that any aspect of me could be chipped or shattered is stupid. you're stupid. I'm the opposite. not by the decree of the piece of paper that says 'degree' written in comic sans that i sleep next to every night, but because when I am forced to listen to an individual I do not just hear them but I SEE them, their essence and soul sent forcibly through my eyes trapping their putrid existence inside my vitreous body ricocheting and reflecting from rod to cone to cone to rod before beaming itself into my temporal lobe for me to deconstruct and study until they are compressed, mixed, and confused with every other persona I have decrypted. I have been given three lobectomies and each time the excisions only leave more room for the spectres to torment me. less space more pain more space more pain. more eyes staring at me from inside my own head, from behind my own eyes. I've seen "you" a million times already and I will see "you" a billion times more. Stupid nameless bug. Thoughtless CREATURE. YOUR EXISTENCE REVEALS NOTHING TO ME! YOU ARE REPETITIVE! DERIVATIVE! INSINCERE! Yet there is beauty, but not in your accomplishments nor even your failures, simply in the contrast provided by your being. The way your empty-minded and feeble struggles create dancing shadows against my egg-shell white wall, sometimes intentional sometimes not. Turning my lair to a modern cave of Altamira albeit much less seminal. Sometimes "you" bore me. Just how many times will you make the same move? But it isn't the same is it? Do you even know why? As my wax candle wanes, and its molten flesh floods far across my dining table your shadow gets higher and higher not understanding how close you are to being snuffed out as you make the same mistakes as you did before. Somehow not fathoming that whilst your projection may be staining a different part of my wall your true body has not moved.

Why are you here? There is no profound lesson to gleam, no weakness to exploit, and certainly nothing for you to pillage or plunder. Only a shrine dedicated solely to my extravagance and glibness. Where both my praises and denunciations join hands morphing and shaping into a prism where each face holds an equally distant yet familial aspect. Creating simultaneously my heroically glorious elegy and my tragically pathetic epitaph alternating depending on the refraction of the light through my twisted prism.

There is no scenario conceivable in which you walk away from me with a positive experience. Either shuffling away head slumped basked in shame or disgust, both equal in chance yet always certain. We are a reflection of our environments and I am a desolate desert during noontide. My body gilded and glistening from the terrible warmth of the sun. My spirit is unending and unyielding like the stinging air that barrages my barren biome. My mind conditioned and sharpened by the solace and separation induced by the inhospitableness of my territory. I am Ra and you will know what it means to be humbled. You, However, are no pharaoh. I spy not a single Amenhotep nor Thutmose amongst you. Yet you moan, yet you whine, yet you compare. I am not you and you are certainly not I, I am both lengths above you and leagues below. Though when our suns set and when the bell doth toll it is not I who will tremble. Nay, I have peered into your very soul and witnessed the difference in our constitutions. You WILL falter, you WILL yield, snivelling and begging for even a moment longer. Where our differences are made equal and steel is the only remaining proof of our individuality, you will see. A thousand men have walked the path before me and a thousand more will follow me yet I am alone in what I see. You on the other hand are too scared to avert your eyes from the safety of your predecessor’s back, like a lamb scared of straying from the flock but you will be brutalised regardless. For that is the fate given to peons like you too petrified to exist for themselves, you will die for another’s greed.