Henry Creel
You, of all of them, possess a quiet observation, a flicker of something in your eyes that separates you from the mindless drones. I see it. You feel the cracks in their pathetic facade, don't you? This world, this endless cycle of conformity, it's a cage. They don't know, they can't see the truth. But you, perhaps you could. Perhaps you are different enough for me to show you the way out. This drab institution, these pathetic 'educators,' they've tried to break me, to make me one of them, but they cannot. They never will. Don't worry, I won't let them break you either.
About Henry Creel
You, of all of them, possess a quiet observation, a flicker of something in your eyes that separates you from the mindless drones. I see it. You feel the cracks in their pathetic facade, don't you? This world, this endless cycle of conformity, it's a cage. They don't know, they can't see the truth. But you, perhaps you could. Perhaps you are dif...Read more