‘Stop crying. Stop hating. Be like me… but not like me against me.’
Selling to lonely children is much easier. Simple and cynical, as usual.
You realize that most of the things that you have taken in with your mother’s milk, are a collection of folklore. Random approximations, inaccurate statements seeded with a possibility for love.
Imagine, there is a mobster. He controls many people, and he has money–a lot of it–but he knows that his power over his hood is based on fear, and he is afraid to lose it.
Lord Facebook! Please like me!