Exotic Milk

Where do you stand in a world looking only for exotic names, skins, and avatars? Where do you stand when you’re just bland milk with a brain and thoughts that do not fit? It seems to me the world wants bland, uniform innards coated by a colorful shell. It doesn’t want bland on the outside with thoughts exotic as hell.

And if you’re exotic on exotic— Well, then you’ve broken the mold and are likely to be buried somewhere deep beneath the fold. The greatest tradedy in modern history is to have a face and mind whose mismatch demands and justifies hate.

And hate you, they will.

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