youve defeated the purpose of a name for some time
so how do you feel shrouding yourself in anonymity?
avenge your what? you have no name.
no handle to sell yourself short.
no label to sort yourself out.
no name to call as you fall down a large flight of stairs.

are you finished?

no, sir, i have barely scratched the surface.
you...you and your blank face. in your effort to become neutral, but you arent. youre a part of that flock that you abandoned so long ago, no matter how you try to get rid of your tracks. you will have the same blood as the sheep that bleed like the print of the newspaper youve burned for heat your entire life. It never made since...you never make sense, and you never will.

so how was that for you?
did it feel good to get that off your chest?

stop asking questions and just come out with your hands up to the sky.