Learning (and Knowing) the commandments

So, you think that you know some details of human interaction? Perhaps you do, perhaps you don’t. I shan’t be the judge of your wisdom, but please allow me the opportunity to be myself for a moment and allow you to digest me in all of my wholesomeness. After my showing, you’ll have the chance to determine how malleable you are and how much information you possess. This is reality.

I have a machine, for example, a bone machine. The inner workings are complex and possibly debilitating. You should watch the inner workings for a bit while I speak. Be yourself while you watch. Allow no influence.

Be on the watch though. Be on the ultimate watch you fool. Every chance the machine has it will take advantage of you.

Listen to me while you watch. Listen closely. I am reality. I am a crusher of souls.

Why did you come here? Why am I wasting my time with you? You sit sleepily in my bungalow chair and whisper into your thumb dial. You’re a fucked presence you are. You skate by my lair each day and lay waste to the grass edge consistently. You don’t even like this place, yet you grace it with your presence. It lacks grace in reality. I am here to pick you apart. It’s hard to believe that you see my bone machine through the window each day and you pretend it doesn’t exist. Very soon you won’t exist, but for on paper. The bloody tendrils of humanity reap what they’ve sewn.