Shhh.... do you hear that? Nothing. Exactly. There is nothing to be heard. Mouths are moving and stews are coming out but there is still nothing. It is becoming a disease. Like the Swine Flu but worse. Because this doesn't kill anyone. Walking among us are those empty shells with flesh. Sick. Universal rules don't exist. You do what you want. Go ahead. I don't care. Not that I'll follow your lead. I won't. I'll do my own thing. Unless you decide that it's your thing too. Then I'll change and do something else. Anything to be different. Anything to spare myself from the disease you manifest. Sad fact is, I'm not different. There is no difference. Maybe the only grain that separtes me from you is that I know this. That I know that I'm not special. There is no such thing as different. I am just me.

Hush now and bite me.