One fucking fine day, I'ma drill a bullet down your big pipe gap hole you motherfucking son of a bitch. The second of that some fucking day, you'd learn to leave what's not yours and go fuck with old age and die a miserable fat ass death. I hate the word hate right now because it doesn't accurately describe my level of anger. DIE YOU BASTARDS. ALL OF YOU. FUCK AND GO DIE.
Breathes. Pauses.
That's how uncivilized I can be. But nay (Rudolph), I shan't be such. Anger comes from the root of pain and fear. When you fear that the dreams you thought to be true had in reality be false, you hurt, and the pain felt turmoils these gargantuan amount of anger which can be so damaging to the soul/s. I'm hurt alright. I'm sad, I feel so sad. A promise had been made to me but it wasn't delivered. The justification of the cause hadn't been a satisfying one, in fact, it's an infuriating one. So infuriating I can lapse into another epilepsy of sailor white tongues. I'm sad okay, I say one more time. I cried, I screamed, I vandalized. All to what point, emptiness and scarce anything...
Breathes. Pauses.
That's how uncivilized I can be. But nay (Rudolph), I shan't be such. Anger comes from the root of pain and fear. When you fear that the dreams you thought to be true had in reality be false, you hurt, and the pain felt turmoils these gargantuan amount of anger which can be so damaging to the soul/s. I'm hurt alright. I'm sad, I feel so sad. A promise had been made to me but it wasn't delivered. The justification of the cause hadn't been a satisfying one, in fact, it's an infuriating one. So infuriating I can lapse into another epilepsy of sailor white tongues. I'm sad okay, I say one more time. I cried, I screamed, I vandalized. All to what point, emptiness and scarce anything...
