We found him. Just sitting there. Like some glorious golden cup waiting for someone to claim it for themselves. Inscribed words of wisdom for the ages, there’s so much here we could use for inspiration. The world won’t ever be the same, revolutions in so many ways, this.. provokes thoughts I never even imagined I’d have had. Precarious really, they seem so unprepared for the world, their eyes light with nothing but dreams of potential seeing it in any and everyone around them. They saw it in me.. me? They don’t know what I’ve done. They don’t know who I am.. if they knew.. they’d run the other way. I thought they were stupid at first.. I’m no psychologist but it seems like there’s something wrong.. maybe something happened to them? I was too curious, honestly, I kind of love the thought of someone believing I have some kind of good in me.
Nothing matters but the agenda, soon I’ll have a fortune, with this, my little muse. I’ll be on top of the world. I can already see how people will receive it all, he’s so oddly nice, it’s kind of gross really. Like, does he not know anything about the world? I already had my first great thought.. he was talking about politics and I’d have some mind to mold someone. A proxy like a driving force all the way to the throne, someone that looks good, sounds good, checks all the boxes, the perfect Politian. I already have some people working for me, writer’s, content creators. Just pieces of the pie, pretty soon I’ll have everything. Turn the eyes to the competition and turn up the heat.
Thankfully for me, I was born looking just right enough to not be suspected of anything. My mother was always so proud of how easily I had my way, especially with men. They were always so easy.. a cute look, bat the eyes and they’re mine.. as good as dead if I wanted it. But, they have something I want, brute force, so pillage for me little minions. He’s different, but not so much, just a taste he’s already showing the sign’s hardly refined. Small little pushes, he’ll be mine forever. I almost feel bad for wanting to destroy him, he’s just so good it makes me sick! I guess I’ll use him as practice for the next. He doesn’t seem so interested in sex, unfortunately for me it’s a bit harder to pull him in, but nothing a few drops won’t fix. What is he interested in? Stories? friendship? Conversation? God he’s so boring.. why is he so interesting though? How much comes up by a single thought, a single picture.. They say a picture is worth a thousand words.. and in his mind somehow it’s right. When I look at a picture, I see if for what it is, a man with a pitch fork and his wife on a farm. When he look’s.. he wonders what kind of life he’d lead on a farm, how their life was and why it was important enough to capture these simple people in their perfectly simple life, going on and on about intricacies that are just not there. So what is it? What makes him think like that?
Sometimes I often think the sinister plan to manipulate him into this little creature is somehow going to change him. I wonder if I can? He seems so perfect, “everyone has good in them” and “everyone is worthy of love” all that magical crap that just get’s lost in the business of the city. What the hell are you going to do for money? Smiles don’t buy houses. Complimenting incessantly, what are you trying to do here? Is he manipulating? It’s actually pretty good, honestly.. I might use that. People’s ego’s are going to be driven through the roof with this asshole around. He’s funny when he’s mad though.. we all know you’re harmless here, little pacifist. Some kind of worthless sacrifice of a non-violent activist intent on germinating their words into some mystical flower whose pollen changes everyone’s mind, God he’s annoying. It seems like thing’s have taken their toll though, he’s starting to get a bit paranoid, and it’s kind of wonderful how it’s effecting everyone around. I imagine people are going to start thinking he’s either crazy or just lost. The little defiled hero, should have been born a girl like me. People take care of women here. The world slowly loses it’s patient’s for men as they get older, you aren’t a little boy anymore you know? It’s time to grow up and follow my rule, suppose there’s anything else better out there? Well, you should’ve realized that sooner, this world is not for the weak. Something’s always waiting there to wrap it’s claws right around your pretty little head.
Maybe I have found you at the perfect time, haven’t I? Just young enough to guide through the world. No one here will ever seen anything from you that isn’t from me. All your word’s, all your stories, you’re pretty little eyes lost to everyone else besides me. I know what’s behind them. But the rest? The rest just see me, and you don’t even want me. It’s the funniest thing, but it doesn’t matter, you didn’t create your solidity in the world enough to stray away from my lies. The world’s social after all, and you have no one around you that cares. It’s perfect. I found him, and no one else will ever even know.
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