I hate bad people, don’t you? Boy do I hate them! I hate them so much it actually makes me feel ill. I hate the bad people with every atom in my body. I want to punish them. Punish, punish, punish – I want to punish them so much! I want to punish them so much that it makes me feel sick. Sick with excitement. The thought of punishing the bad people makes me break out in a cold and unhealthy sweat. I want it so badly, you see. I want to punish them so very much and – what’s more – I know you do too. I recognise that in you, you see.
I was creating events in the privacy of my own head. Some were joyful events whilst others were sad and depressing. I was creating all sorts of events, but mainly the unhappy sort, mainly the wretched, miserable sort. That’s life though, isn’t it? That’s the way things go – there’s always a bias to the wretched and the miserable. That’s the default, as we all know. The miserable is always the default and you know the reason for that as well as I do so I won’t waste your time blabbering on about it when there’s no need. I won’t waste your time stating the obvious. Creating events in the privacy of my own mind only they’re all unreal events, you understand. I never created an event that wasn’t unreal, in fact.
‘There is but a single mould to which all must conform’, I roar at the top of my voice. I’m full of enthusiasm but don’t have a clue as to what I’m actually talking about. I never do. I don’t know and I don’t care – there’s a virus in my mind and it runs me ragged every day. It leads me on a merry dance. I’m forever roaring and shouting and generally carrying on like a fool and that’s because of the Invisible Predator that has eaten my brain away until there’s nothing left. I keep on walking and talking because I’m too stupid to realize that I’m not actually there anymore. I’m too stupid to realize anything. I’m just like everyone else in that regard.
We’re living in the Product World, you see. We’re living in the world that’s made up of thousands and thousands of products, and boy are we having a good time! We’re having the best time ever. We just can’t get enough of it. We’re mad for it, mad for those rotten filthy old products. These filthy old products sure are good, we say – they truly are magnificent. We love them so much. We’re having a great old time and no mistake, but at the same time the shrewd observer might spot that there is something not quite right about this setup. Something odd, something suspicious. Something downright sinister in fact. Something that smells a bit off – as if there’s something dead under the floorboards. Satan is behind it all, you see. The Great Despiser is the Prince of this world, after all. Or had you forgotten?
