The Timid Onlookers - Those Who Don't Share Their Opinions
12 years ago
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She enjoys portraying herself as a half-aware and dimwitted beast, drunken in the stupor of her own bodily composure.
I always think about them, because I envy their minds.
People don't talk about this sort of thing anymore. Or I'm just not looking in the right places. To simplify this entire post, I use this question: "What about the innocent people?"
I keep having a certain thought. And it's a very 'pure' thought. It's all about how the mind of a very young child functions. And the next thought always has something to do with wind. "A child enjoying the wind." A young person who's mind is not burdened, and who's conscience is not heavy. Someone who isn't worried about morality issues, because they don't know very much, or understand very much.
This isn't something I can explain very well. It's all about having a clear conscience. If I could, I would return to that kind of mindstate. But of course, no one can rewind time...
I wish I was young and innocent. I wish I was like the people here who don't have much to say. Some people consider it a 'bonus' to have succeeded in creeping people out, or having scared them. I can't say that I'm not like that. I kind of enjoy the pervading role of a supposedly predatory being that advances upon people in alarming ways. XD It's scary and creepy, and I know many people don't like it.
Loving monsters is a vicious cycle for me, because in later time I begin to feel scared - scared of what I know, or of something I saw, read, or heard. People think furries are horrible because they can't identify with their fandom. I probably seem like a very forthcoming type. But sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be sitting in the same room as an artist who is greatly respected, but also quite feared. Most artists know to put the matter of their art behind them when a work is done, which they show through mature or friendly behavior. But my thing is, for an artist to have even gone to the lengths of creating what was made, what are they TRULY like as a person? And depending on who it is that I'm thinking of, my thoughts range from "maybe they would just talk to me and joke with me" to "maybe they would try to kill me." o.o
I don't know what gives some people the visions they draw...
...but whether drawn or written, or maybe audacious, I know that we are all scaring people half to death.
There's a great deal of things that can be said about me, most of which are not positive or constructive, or good at all.
I know people look down on me. I know I am judged as being an inferior, lesser lifeform. Or just plain stupid.
I can go all out in my writing...
But I can never, ever forfeit my soul.
All the anti-religion submissions? They're just anger, and nothing more.
I know I horrify people on a daily basis. But there are some things that I simply cannot do...
I've put out this theme. This alternate persona of an angelic being that devours others...
...but I'd be a liar if I said that the idea of going back to being a simple "gamer" and quitting my art wasn't a recurring thought of mine.
No, I'm not leaving.
I'm just letting all my watchers and viewers know what's on my mind...
...like how horrible I am.
I wouldn't wish any of this on my poor nephew...
I like pottery. Everything about it speaks of the hands that made it. And when careless or malignant hands have introduced it to the floor, there's nothing that'll make it pretty again.
And then you lengthen it once more...
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Joke aside, interesting subject.