“This is it… this is where I belong…”
I know everyone here… even if I’ve never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again… I know you all…
You bet your @ss we’re all alike… we’ve been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak… the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We’ve been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us will-
ing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert.
This is our world now… the world of the individual and the choice, the beauty of the baud. We explore… and you call us weaklings. We seek after knowledge… and you call us weaklings. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias… and you call us weaklings.
You create disease, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, create illusions and lie to us and try to make us believe it’s for our own good, yet we’re the weaklings.
Yes, I am a weakling. My weakness is that of creativity. My weakness is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My weakness is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me
for.
I am a FALSETTO, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual, but you can’t stop us all… after all, we’re all alike.
-THE FALSE MANIFESTO
From the people who make the only tee I wear with pride!!
- S. Beamin
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