I wrote this the day I thought the world might change.

http://satirical-recalcitrance.blogspot.com/

Based on what you know... You would call me a psychopath. I am not. But I do see differently, and there are many more like me, trapped, and screaming, desperately trying to make something change.

I'm not a "successful" or a criminal. I'm just a young... very young student who thinks I got there in double the years.

We're shunned by "humans" for a strange "vibe" often described as "hideously beautiful"

We're discarded or destroyed by those that oppress you because we cannot and will not obey. But we CAN fight them and win. Such mental manipulation is within our grasp but beyond theirs because we can feel too, deeply and sincerely. Right now I feel lost and in pain for what will happen to our home.

A girl described me as "Striking" once. This made me happy... It didn't imply anything. I was still selfish then, I admit. I have done a lot of good, but I have also robbed blind. She was the same, cynical for all the human oppression in the world. We grew close, we watched the world together, trying to understand what was so wrong with it.

Of course, we figured it out, it's what we do, there's a pattern, a pattern explicable only in numbers, but very simple...

She told me:

"I'd never hurt you, I've destroyed others, but I'd never destroy you. That would be destroying myself... Just remember. "When" is one of their constructs. Why does "When" matter when you know "if" it's "there"? People have lost the words of hope. That's all that's left in the box."

I replied:

"You and I... we could do anything together"

"But do you really want to?"

I nodded, holding her closer. I never saw her again. We faced our own death so now we can try our hardest to help without fear.

World for People who Think, please, listen to me?