Perverse Inversion.

What do I mean by 'Upside Down' man?
Well, last night as my stereo was playing 'You're the Voice', the brain-slug upstairs banged the floor; it banged the floor just after the song ended, ended on "We aren't going to live in fear, make a noise".It made a noise.
What fear?
The fear of my retribution, the fear of doing wrong.
This monster stood the meaning of the song upside down, breaking into my apartment like a terrorist with a gun, breaking in to destroy the meaning of the song by making it mean its exact opposite.

This is what I mean by an upside-down person.
When the Nazis attempted to prevent the liberation of Europe, they followed a policy of 'forward defence'.
They tried to repel the allies 'on the beaches'.
This Nazi policy lives on in the mollusc's attempt to deflect identification in my very mind, the better to prevent identification in its own.

Its own mind never knows enough peace to reach a conclusion about its nature; it is perpetually struggling to project into another mind, another house, another conscience.
With a wheezing, hissing grin, it agrees oh so readily with any self-critical impulse we may attempt, but never tries itself.
It is lying made concrete, a living lie, an attempt to destroy its own conscience before it can reach judgement day.

Two sorts exist; the noisy sort and the quiet sort.
The noisy sort fills its brain with sound so as never to think.
The other reaches a precarious balance with the stilled voice of conscience, silenced by will.

For either, an external victim is blessed relief, a means of staving off final collapse.

Me?I think it's social services for this one. It needs treatment.