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and this "michael" label leads to a miserable miserable existence where you have no choice but to fit into the "michael" thing because it's all you can ever be now. "michael" is now in your core though it isn't supposed to be there. there shouldn't be anything but this vague fickle ephemeral "you", a thing, but now you're doomed to be defined clearly someone, flesh and mind, you're caged in being "michael". i love the idea that there is always pain in the distortion's "body" and "mind". even with helen. it probably really hurts to be twisted and changed like that against your own nature. no wonder it's fucking angy
Calling The Distortion "Michael" in the same way people give names to their appliances. Michael The Distortion = Basil The Microwave. That's not really its name and if you call it that it doesn't really fit