They walk as lumbering masses of disillusioned flesh while the thoughts of man churn behind bestial aspects. Clusters of nerves and neurons vibrate at a recognizable frequency – an earnest attempt at the normalities of culture. Twisted enough to be Other, their perspective held mute by those quick to yell MONSTER…but they too dream. They too fear. They too suffer and rejoice at the eccentricities of Being. And perhaps, if we extend the hand of friendship, the hand of kinship, then when are time has closed and we stand judged, perhaps, just maybe, they will be kind masters.
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