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