You see him, you see him talk and he seems dull. He is dull. You see how very few people are around him, and others just say he's sort of smart and funny (looking). You try and see for yourself, you talk to him, he is indeed sort of smart and funny (looking). He's witty and knows his way around sarcasm, which makes conversation bearable with him. Then you dicovered he is very opinionated. But when you want to dig deeper, go further, you hit rock. You realize he is just that, wit and sarcasm, no feelings, no true emotions; or so you think. So you conclude he is this emotionally creepled person who one day will have to be healed into a funtional human being.
Then the rock turned out to be a door, which you hadn't seen. You knock, and the buttler opens. Your discover he, (the penguin of course), in fact has feelings, emotions. You discover he can like poeple, even care for them and be nice. You find au heart, solid or croocked, but au heart. And you see that the mine was deeper, that in there, there are things you wouldn't have though real, things you know people outside cannot and will not ever see.
But once you are there you also realize how very falsely dark it is, you know there is no dark, sad or sick story behind the penguin, so the dark in there seems very unnatural, the sad rather chosen and the sick a 24-hour cold. And then you wonder if it is really deep what you're seeing, and you conclude he is this emotionally creepled person who one day will have to be healed into a functional human being.
And after you have witnessed all that, you come across creations, aliterations and rhymes (beatless rhymes) about this depth, you find that it is rather a vault than a secret passage, or a deeper tunnel. You see that you are not so away from the others, that infact, there was no true trascendence. And so you find that this whole time, the penguin was just some bidimensional entity with enough time and resources to full the double eyed and the clever. You are dissapointed.
And while you are there, if there was ever anyone ever there, you walk around, and out of the blue this weird field opens. It shows more, more fo the same, yet you know this one has no intruder filter, like all the past doors. These are no longer defenses or locks or jokes. You found a real deal, of the same sort of thing you always saw, but if you have been there long enough, you know this time it is different. Of course there will be some that won't tell the difference. But you will, you will see it and be amazed, and reckon there is au heart, a truely Au heart.
Then something distracts your attention and it all vanishes. You suppose that last part was an illusion.
Or was it not?
by I'm the penguin
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