Crippling the empire (Circa 2018)

So many rules, so many fucking restrictions. Unfortunately, that's how our society is run-- but not quite.

If everyone were a square, that would've been the case. We'd all be a perfectly formed tessellation laid upon tessellation, carefully constructed into a symmetrical empire that builds the foundation of our squeaky clean country.

But sometimes truth deviates so much from what lies upon the surface.

Sometimes, among the straight lines, there are anomalies who are able to hide so convincingly, but I dig deeper and see the gaps. And its there where I fester, creating little lines of my own, uniform red strokes blooming across flesh.

Call out to me, if you are of need, I will fix you in my own humble way, perhaps adjust you just so you fit a little more comfortably. You don't proffer your hand to Lilith and refuse her dance.