as i sit here observing the death of my future i am reminded of what it is that separates me from the rest of you.i am not breathing the same atmosphere, i am not feeling the same emotions, i am not [bad word] from the same matter as the people who surround me. i am above, so much beyond, and yet so much less than you. i am an animal yet undiscovered amongst the evolutionary chain, wholly unrealised by reality and existing between the rafters of what your feeble brain chemistries [bad word]  skin beckons to me and i hear its siren call under the surface of my grotesque flesh. undesired and underdeveloped, i cry myself to sleep and cut the [bad word] into my chest with a thousand razorblades. when i find love i know it will gut me on the shores and leave me to wallow in my own entrails until the sea erodes me into a piece of the landscape. diseased mind, repulsive bionet and decaying psyche bundled into a rotted carcass to be catalogued and entered into the journals and mythology of a dead culture.