The cult becomes all you know. Fornits might be a cult to some, but not to me. I can walk away, choose never to return, be free of the influence.
But Str8 and the Seed.
...The Seed...
...the seed that germinates, the seed that grows and thrives and dominates and takes over and chokes out the light and the thought-well of the mind. The Seed that grew into and became Str8, now that was a cult. And even a special, particular kind of a cult. The Seed/Str8 cult. I mean we weren't just a bunch of weak willed kids charmed out of our wits by some charismatic cult leader. It's not like we were seduced and persuaded or otherwise chose to join some cult. We were kidnapped(I was even kidnapped right out in public in broad daylight) and physically held against our will and forced to become cult members. We were prevented physically from leaving the cult. We were prisoners at the mercy of our captors. We were mentally invaded by powerful criminals, who chained us up to make us their slaves.
By the time I got out of there and was tryin' to find my way again in the world I was so fucked up. I'm a cripple. The cult was all that I knew.
Fuck Str8. Fuck the Seed. Fuck authority. :skull: [ This Message was edited by: starry-eyed pirate on 2005-12-21 10:18 ]