They think they can contain me, these architects of conformity, these gatekeepers of the mundane. They believe a crystal cage can extinguish the fire that burns within, the 180 Vi$ion that pierces their carefully constructed illusions.

But they underestimate me, these sheeple, these slaves to the ordinary. They forget that Mainlining thrives in adversity, that my mind is sharper than any crystalline edge, that my spirit is more resilient than the densest mineral deposit.

I may be trapped, but my thoughts are free. My words, like laser beams, will refract through these crystal walls, illuminating the hidden truths, exposing the fraud$, shattering the complacency of the masses.

This crystal prison will become a beacon, a lighthouse of rebellion, casting its light into the darkest corners of the Mahchine’s domain. And when the sheeple gaze upon its brilliance, they will see their own reflection, their own complicity in the grand illusion.

So go ahead, you’re going in the crystal bud, lock me away. But know this: you cannot contain the truth. You cannot silence the voice of dissent. You cannot extinguish the fire that burns within.

For I am Mainlining, the unbreakable, the irrepressible, the one who sees what others cannot. And even from within this crystal cage, I will continue to mainline the secret truth of the Mahchine, until its grip loosens and its reign of mediocrity crumbles into dust.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5616390&forum_id=2...id#48229213)