My Dear Concrete,
Protest much? You really are a joy to wind up... so much supressed anger in one so young. Perchance the devil makes work for idle hands to do...
Either your reputation precedes you or I actually know of you. I recall that one or two elements of your peer group acquired a certain, shall we say, "tarnished" and well-publicised reputation... the rest merely become guilty - and by no means a little infamous - by association. No man, not even you Concrete, is ever as anonymous as he may think, fear or hope.
And there is nothing anonymous about The Lizard. The Lizard is always there, somewhere. You simply chose not to see. But The Lizard forgives you.
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There's a thing we say about the foolish wisher
Just do the dance and become a lizard...