NEEDLEWRITER

İ’m a puppet who doesn’t listen

They thought I was made for listening to them like a nice little sheep. Strings – of wool – all around me. Wool? Nah – it was his almost invisible strings – The Makers of this so called society. Who was he? Except an imposer of will, the older guy in the story, the so called authority? Noone to me – The Puppet.
Why? Puppet say so, because long time ago, I dreamt of knives, scissors, axes, and stuff like that for cutting, destroying. Woke up tremendeously heavy, but with a feeling it will go lighter from now on. Why? Because I found the truth out – „I’m a free puppet man”. but they found out too – Who they really were and noone will ever trust them again in any sphere of life, unfortunately that is so. Lost the trust forever more by playing god and idols to other people ( their puppets). The last thought I had of them was not nice in anyway. The kid they wanted me to raise was not mine, nor will it ever be. „Am I not a puppet?” – I thought, and realised they tried to make a puppet believe it was playable their way. Why does I, the Puppet hate strings? Wasn’t I made to adore them? And their sickness? Asking me, the puppet, to have their will as my life was their biggest mistake. I remember it clearly? When a sudden thought from the sky hit me suddenly. I was onesided, the other half was cut off, psychologicaly I mean. And there the revolution started, of me the Puppet. I took the meaning of the dream of knives and scissors like an explanation what I have to do – cut and slice them completely – the strings and the string masters, the selfproclaimed gods of the universe. So I did it, and guess what happened? Ofcourse, their delusions about control went up their fucking ass. They lost it completely, the control over themselves alone, because they never tried to control themselves and threw out everything on other people with their poor adlerian power…..”Poor them” the Puppets cut loose thought colectivly „they thought they had it hidden from us, their will to power and their mirror erections”. Such a nice day we concluded, to be free, as they lost the „mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the most precious thing in the world” thing going on with them – and we just remembered we didn’t give them a name except classified them as uncurable adlerians. Let’s give it a try, shall we? So I, the protoawakened Puppet with my halfwit decided that I alone will give them a name. „Such a shame” I thought, „I’m so halfwitted nowdays, must be because my wood cracked open wide”. Through the crack it just flew out and away, from me and other puppets, and we thought just one thing „PARASITES”.