The red pill is a fleeting dream,
the greatest conqueror in the world
was nearly abandoned for wearing pants
over a skirt
and so I don't mind the body I was born into
the demands its image expects
for there were others just like me
who refused to follow a flow
not for its strangeness or foreign
but for its being known so well by
those around them
and I will not live according to the
dictates of a loser,
who likes his popcorn plain
Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 7:20 PM UTC
The red pill is a fleeting dream,
the greatest conqueror in the world
was nearly abandoned for wearing pants
over a skirt
and so I don't mind the body I was born into
the demands its image expects
for there were others just like me
who refused to follow a flow
not for its strangeness or foreign
but for its being known so well by
those around them
and I will not live according to the
dictates of a loser,
who likes his popcorn plain
the script is cast, and i refuse to memorize a role set for another
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