mystify

socialization and conditioning. we are the right, we have the truth, we follow the way. come visit with us, be assimilated into our way of doing things. flies to sticky messes on the kitchen counter. whoops, i mean noses to full blown, heady roses.

i am confused/appalled/repelled by my 180 degree turn. apostate.

on est tombé. no. i am the one who has fallen.

to the cold depths wherefrom i am unable even to urge, motion you, towards light and warmth. i grab my crooked stick, warning you away from that elysian utopie, when i should be strewing your path with large frondy leaves.