Who are these people.. These who would seek to control me,
Seek to make me who they want me to be. Who are they.
Them
Those the apple of what licentiousness should or should not be.. Those who are
what they are for all those reasons that they themselves cannot even explain, those who are that. Those who are this.. Those who control.. Those who hate,
those who are all of the things that I hate. Hate. Hate. Hate, yes that's them.
Them Them
We. They. Who. Yes, them. I? No, them.
Them
Them
Me
I
We?
No. Them. Religious. Why would they? Them. Seek to found institutions to control,
To keep me. Keep caged like a bird. Like a Tiger in a truckstop circus. Crying, prodded by their brothers.
Their brothers, conditioned by their mothers, fathers father and before
Traditional
Valued
Accepted
Normal
Why?
Why?
Yes, they
Them
Who? They. Hate. Vengence is mine.. I will avenge what they
have done. Right? No. Wrong...?
What's that? Moral. That's what they seek.. Them. These
people. Them
The pseudo-righteous of God. Their god of hate, control, fear..
Fear of themselves. Of being truly alone..
Well, right will one day step in for them and let them experience
what it really means to be alone.
With themselves.
Alone
Truly
Utterly
Completely
Forever. Real. Human. Changing. Impermenant. Fluid. Living.
Breathing existing.
Then
Then they will become one of us.. Us. We
Me. They. No, us. We.. We are us.. And them.. And me.. I am
them..
I am hate.. Control. I seek to cage them. I seek to make them
like me.. I am them.
Them. Me. Us We. They. I. You.
Yes, us.
My god. My hate. My control. My god. My god
My bird. My tiger. My fear. My vengence. My self.
My normality. My values. Theirs, no ours..
STOP
NO.!?!
yes. us. we. me. they. all.
one
one
one
Sing, bird, sing..
I understand you now.
you
me
us
one....
one, all
these fucking people are me, us
one
one

J'Tao June 21, 1997