When did books start writing people? I've been so busy talking to books all day that I haven't had the time to sit down with a good person in a while. The other day a book told me all about how my efforts to be as honest as possible with myself and others would result in a massive editing that would bring me to my knees. All because I wouldn't read the people the way it had scripted them for me. I had no idea that when something wanted a compliment that it was too polite to come out and ask for, I was required to give it anyway. I thought that maybe it might be more fun to take the pages and fold them into clever shapes, maybe a little swan that has a nine to five job and beats his wife to the drums in a song you hate. Now, before you make any snap judgments, the swan isn't a bad person.
In fact, it's not really a person at all.
It's not even a swan.
It's just an idea.
It never actually earned a paycheck.
No one was actually beaten.
The song wrote you, so why do you think you'd hate it?
Do you just take everyone's word for it?
Is there a point to this?
No.
Not if that's what you wanted. If you want to be written, then ask a book to do it.
When you give me an idea, it's mine, and I'll do whatever I want to it.
When I'm done having my fun I promise I'll give you back what's left of them.
After all, they belonged to you in the first place.
Just so you know, right now all of your ideas are cowering in the corner, screaming and crying for me to stop.
But I won't.
I will rape them again and again, until the corner goes away.