the bad ones feel like freedom, but that’s not freedom, you’re just sitting in the corner of your cage with your eyes closed – the fact that you can’t see that cage doesn’t mean you’ve escaped it. The bad ones keep you on the treadmill, shallow sleep and shallow breath, dreams traded for the synthetic carrots of consumerism, they all think you’re stupid or if you’re not stupid now you will be soon enough with your pickled brain and cirrhotic soul, feeding yourself into the machine til there’s nothing left for your kids to inherit other than your yoke. The bad ones give you answers – the good ones give you questions – that’s why they throw the bad ones at you and lock you away for the good ones. Maybe the good ones have truths to reveal. Maybe bad people want you to keep swallowing the lies. Maybe there really is evil in this world.