A tribute
What a weighty mood. Sometimes I feel like venting my anger not just verbally, but rather physically. Yes, physically hurt with great passion. Not the hurt that only involves sweet plots of revenge, but the kind that would someday be worthy of discussion to which displaced body parts serve as an introduction. An incident so violently tragic it would liquefy even the sturdiest erection of a man. Blood and gore- the works! Hell, yeah! Why not? Maybe even death as finale. I am not a constant rebel. I do not feel the perpetual need to be in attention and this is definitely not my creative way of passing time. This is simply a tribute. The limitation of people’s capacity to observe common decency astound me profoundly. It escapes me. What is it? Confusion? Momentary brain lapse? Is there a brain to begin with? Or is it the absence of another part of the anatomy? Perhaps simply the utter disregard for ethics. Well, whatever the reason may be, I have to consider the much unfortunate reality that there are some who walk among us who obviously possess the emotional depth of a pus. It is sad. Let me dedicate a very heartfelt ditty that articulates exactly how I feel at this moment. Quite aptly Placebo’s HANG ON TO YOUR I.Q. or Nine Inch Nails’s Closer(I Wanna Fuck You Like An Animal). Pick one. Just lovely. Enjoy.
