63224
63224330124 means Fair Phantom of an English origin. 63224330124 is derived, a Cornish derivation. Since it's from welsh, it means Fair Lady, but it just means 63224330124, something simple, plain, and boring. Sounds just like skin color in every way possible, but then again, 63224330124 does like how something plain and boring can sound beautiful. If 63224/330124 were to read it backwards it’s 42236. It sounds French doesn’t it? In Arabic, it means a small bird.
Funny, it would be said in a timed moment of weakness.
A small bird that can’t fly with skeleton wings of bones. No life to find happiness in it’s kind or to trust it’s flock.
No, instead, the little bird would rather be a wolf or a fox, perhaps.
Nothing will ever be the same, such a boring game, trying to keep itself sane.
Bring out the rifles! Everybody stands down! Bang! Bang!- That is what the little birdie hears. It hears exciting yelps.
It’s not human. It’s not an animal. No no no it’s certainly a monster; monsters don’t become monsters they are monsters by choice, by action, by being both human and animal.
Do you know why humans choose names for their younglings? It’s a force. Why my name was chosen was because of humanly instinct. It’s the younglings' choice to become more of their animalistic nature.
If one changes their name, they change their identity. If 63224 changed her name, it would be unknown. Not known to her or to the other beings of life.
63224330124 sees life through the eyes of an animal, her voice of being is a task and a rather hard one at that. Why be human when you can be the darkness that’s inside of you. For example it’s like asking why a wolf chases it’s hare or why the hare runs from the wolf. The question is answering why survive when you know you're going to die.
The sun is cold while the moon is hot, bringing a neptune of the undead. Humans run while the wolf chases it’s hare. We hunt from revenge, and we avenge to survive. Nothing makes sense because you can’t understand its own sense of being. To understand you need to become a monster, an animal, and grieve, you need to be the human.
My name is 63224330124, I am an animal yet human. I have no story to tell just one to show, show what a boring life can be exhilarating yet suffering. Suffering will never end for it’s people take pleasure in my screams, the wallowing screams. My eyes bleed red from overuse, but my throat gains no conscience. My stomach aches as if I’ve been stabbed 18 times.
18 years I will suffer for existing, for choosing to live.
