The misanthroes of mirthful damnation cast this hedonism in the hopes of escaping, It's a lonely heaven, lost in feeling, Thinking without purpose yet meaning.
What am I if not seeking to be labelled, (am I not? Does it just happen? So) why would I care to imagine otherwise, that sometimes I feel; And sometimes it feels too much so I think less than a human does (in-trying to "normalize" myself).
The question is one of human connection, The human condition in all its conviction; To feel less enables injustice but to think less leads to ignorance, to feel more brings my mind down a path of recursion, lo and behold: infinite regression, insanity and all of my friends are jus' chillin'. Better not fear them, the only thing to fear is fear itself, so acquiesce to feeling lest their fear becomes manifest, keep measure of it in order to belay irrationalé. 4lpha-Masculine? 0mega keeps watch for the manipulative 5igma. Relinquishing sanity for a measure of phobia, just as Empathos does when she wanders in Absudia.
In exile, 7ired and £rayed, as the 1and-of-Humankind is ever-longing, tempting and taunting [us to join with them].