Masquerade

Masks. I was given a few when I was born, on some rainy day, many years ago, although they came without instructions for use. The use was learned behavior later, although the word learning is just a euphemism tantamount of anal penetration without proper lubricant.

One of the many masks that take the form of indifference and arrogance was intended to hide emotions. To hide something that is felt towards something or (horror of horrors!) towards someone. That's when the united forces of the petty bourgeoisie, posturing, wisecracks and other impotent phenomena set out, which in the name of the Matrix take care to detect if someone somewhere and somehow in the world is happy and then procede to destroy him!

In order not to be boring, that destruction of what is best in us and which we all desperately need takes different forms. And those forms come in the variety of masks that we have to wear depending on the occasion and depending on what kind of feces we have to swallow. Purely to fit in the middle, the Matrix will cut us to the ground and throw us into the waste of life, where all the roads that started in some happier times when we have been extatic with an innocent smile on an ordinary sunny day, the passing of sympathy rubbing shoulders next to us or an ordinary dish of chocolate that we now eat after reading how many calories it has and whether it has expired.

And no one has asked why they do it, why they try to destroy something beautiful, something that he or she wishes to experience from the bottom of his or her soul. It doesn't wonder because it wears several of those masks that he got for free and that he will pay for the rest of his life until the final triumph of the ultimate winners assume their role - the worms underground.

The worms? End of the road? Maybe and maybe not. I feel as if I have dug something out of mothballs, from the times when I first thought about the finitude of life in the holographic projection known as self experience. Finally, in the best and most sincere Balkan tradition, one greeting. Fuck you all, fuck off, break your head and stay away from me. I have one life and I will live it my way. If you don't like it - well, that`s that we'll see us above one day and compare notices.

(Roger Mortis 012)