| Current mood: |  fucked up |
| Current music: | The Pixies: "Where is my mind?" |
hostility
After getting trashed and watching Conan (something I haven't done, in well, years), I realized something.
Maybe I'm not as well healed as I thought.
Perhaps I was only scabbed, waiting to be torn open again, and let the pus and the hatred and the belligerence pour out like raw sewage.
I want to punch something until my knuckles are raw and bleeding. I haven't felt that much need for realease in so many fucking years.
"I am Jack's raging psychosis..."
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