Word Count: 1155
Warnings: school, staying up all night, mention of windows (???)
A/N: i call this the exploration of the reader’s thoughts. also the poems are just verses from mitski’s francis forever, which is an incredible song i highly recommend.
The window remained open despite the hour, small breezes of wind coming in occasionally and the sounds of New York below being drowned out by your somewhat quiet music. The light in your room complemented the other lights that stood out in the dark gray night. Everybody in your household slept soundly, that is except for you.
It happened to be one of those nights, as in those nights where you weren’t tired whatsoever and were certain that you’d very much regret it in the morning. A song with a heavy bass played from you phone’s speaker and an open notebook scribbled with doodles and sketches lay next to you. You lay on your bed contently and quietly, soaking in the music and tapping your fingers along to the beat.
Something was itching to be on your mind, but you couldn’t quite figure out what it was. It was as if you didn’t want to think about it, but a feeling in your stomach said otherwise. Whether it was a good or bad feeling, you were unaware of that, but you still kept it off your mind.
Or so you thought, because now you knew exactly what that thought was, and now it was on your mind. Well, not exactly an it, but rather a who. That who, was Peter Parker, the boy who sat exactly one row and three seats to the right from you in Biology and Language Arts class.
Thus the whole liberal-democratic ideology, with its “individualism” that is a mere negation of everything superpersonal; its “happiness” ideal that encourages every weakness and self-indulgence; its “erotomania” which distorts the whole sexual life into a barren disease of the will; its “tolerance” which seeks to break down the cohesion of the race by denying its existence; its “materialism” which denies all spiritual values, all higher significance of human life; its “pacifism” which values weakness above virility; its ideal of “mediocrity” by which it opposes every creative man and the Idea he represents in History; its cult of the proletarian as the highest element; its total renunciation of the Soul of Man - this is the great enemy of Race.