Note: The poetry and writing on this website is evil and deceptive. Reading it will lead to confusion and contradictions in the mind. I will write a book that displays how the Anti-Logos worked so thoroughly through my poetry
You're in the locker-room at the junior high school you go to, where you are often bullied by the other students. You pretend to like it at one point, thinking you'll curry favor with the bullies by letting them bully you. They start throwing their shoes at you, and you pretend that you think it's funny. They turn the lights off, and there is a wave of shoes that smack you from all angles, some of them thrown rather hard. Everyone is laughing. They collect their shoes, and then the boy at the lightswitch yells "Fire!" and another wave of shoes comes flying at you. You feel numb inside, like you've killed the part of yourself that can hurt.