Humanity has done it again. Throngs of paperboys screamin "Imperfection is all the rage! Read it and weep!" Showing images of feathers on the wind but preaching "Never fly!" Yet we accept this constant hippocracy. Why? Yes. Why. And that is the true question, one that even Shakespeare himself wouldn't tackle. All this sub-culture counter-striking what the sub-poppers have known for years. While you sip on your blood and tears (a concoction you have made yourself), I take my blood and inject it into my pen. My tears oil up the frets of my ture instument - the human mind. For, to get through to one's heart, you must first explode the Berlin Wall. The one we all build in our heads. "Lies! All of them, lies!" you moan as you throw up your dinner. My tears of pain quickly subside to laughter, because I know that the media has done it's job. To kill us slowly and put our heads on stakes so that all the world may poke and prod. But that's the true difference between you and I - whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fashion, or to take arms against a world of faleness, fakeness, and all the values that we are feared into...valuing...? My imperfection lies in my quest for perfection, and I share this as the world's downfall.