the man behind the mask

everyone has a mask.

everyone.

its who we are,when we know someones watching(even when said watcher is but a figment of our imagination/ego/dementia).or even when we try to be cautious of how others react to our presence/behavior/antics.

its quite simple really.

whatever we do under said circumstances,quite frankly,just isnt us.

what we do as a group,says nothing,absolutely nothing, about who we each are.

if someone was watching when,to us,no-one was watching(even that little voice in your head didnt know),theyd have us figured out.

theyd know everything.

theyd play us around like a little bug,making us squirm all we can,even when we all know the end is coming.

dont bother.

ever.

shine that light back at the maggot, and hear its skin crackle under its 100W beam.

i know you cant manage to do that to one person the whole time.

we all know no-one can.

no-one but the man upstairs.

so do it to everyone.

paint a little tarnish,a faint brown patina on every other little critter.

savour that faint,sooty smell of dry roasting.

i know you cant sit back and admire your handiwork,you gotta keep up the work.

or youll fail.

youll give someone else that chance to fry you.

and you will burn,and with that,youll realise,that you arent much different from any other maggot.

or you can persevere,give up your own life,your very self,in the conundrum that you are,your "quest for survival".

and after a while youll notice.

cliche-"everything is an illusion"

yes, dearest retard.

weve all heard that one.

but the rabbit hole goes deeper,still.

ive already put you through these many lines of drivel,so i dont think youd mind a few more.

i promise itll end soon.

when you see through the mask,you see beyond the face,beneath the skin.

you see inside the man.

the mask is his desires,fears,aspirations,thoughts,his lifes work, his very own matrix.

the mask is his wall.

think of it this way. 
the mask is just a colour negative.

just as simple as that.

youve just gotta take every little pixel,and flip it the right way round.

just takes a little elbow grease,is all.

oh cmon.

dont throw that half-arsed look at me,i havent done any of this crap.

i just give out the instructions around here,mate.

now sod off.

~distantly calls~

ciao

five

The world of scientific experimentation is like an iceberg.

What we see or hear about is but a fraction of what actually goes on under the radar.

This is the story of one such experiment.

In the professor's laboratory,tucked away from the world,and its regulations and red tape,five human embryos,taken from five races,five continents, lay ready to be "tweaked".

A synthetic chromosome,the culmination of decades of his research,was to be implanted in their DNA.

Its function,was to make its host be able to "read" the thoughts of those,in its presence.

Once the implant was complete,the embryos were sent to surrogate parents on five continents,who were to nurture them till birth,and beyond.

Their role,however, did not cease there.

They would monitor every aspect of the child's life,and relay the data back to the professor at regular intervals.

Five children,completely different in their upbringing and circumstances,but alike in one aspect.

The chromosome,and the unique ability it had given rise to,in each of them.

The original intent of the experiment,was to create alpha-humans,or superhumans,by giving them one unique ability,using which they were expected to rise above all their peers.

However,the outcome was not quite what the professor had expected.

Each of them had taken their own life,and not one had lived to reach adulthood.

Ponder awhile.

Write back if you like.

Ciao.

Faust

I'm in yer guitar strings,

and inside yer blues.

Restin' on yer pillow,

and walkin' in yer shoes.

Met you,at a crossroads,

black,as an inkblot.

Don't worry,my son,I'll have ye,

well afore ye rot.

I cut ye yer slack,

gave ye free reign.

Don't you go forget me now,

for meet,we shall again.

Someday, you shall all be mine,

just yerselves ta blame.

For my name is Mephistopheles,

and Faust, 'tis my game.

ciao