"beware the friendly stranger. beware the hostile stranger. beware the child stranger. beware the elderly stranger. beware anyone that isn't you, for everyone is the enemy."
Neuro Maculo
once, there was a man who spent so long stooped in front of the television, in front of the mirror. whenever anyone told him to be afraid, and whatever they told him to be afraid of, he would believe them. this happened for so long and so often that he began to fear anyone except himself. in fact, he began to think of ways he could pacify people. the more he thought, the more venom filled his tentacles. it's a numbing, quieting venom, that only hurts for a moment before the victim loses itself into endless bliss, never moving, never eating, never drinking, just lying there and wasting away, the only brain activity being the same droning old music over and over and over again. the man would keep them locked in a little room. they would be safe that way. they won't hurt each other that way. they would fall silent and he would be happy.
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