RAGE

Small world? SMALL WORLD?!

It is not a small world, you insignificant mortals! You - stupid crowd! - you live in your claustrophobic, plastic-smiled neighborhood that is as cheerful as the people are in the toothbrush commercials; you meet small-minded, insignificant others; make friends, make love, make an excuse for living and at the end of it, you meet other stupid carbon copies of yourselves and you exclaim, "Small world!"

Were you looking for a well-written piece here with the i's dotted? Well, this is the real me. Not the writer. Not the engineer. Not the son. Not the brother. This is me - naked and crying. I am a hypocrite living in a world filled with liars. I have no principles. I am the Satan!

This is an explosion. If blogs were humans, this one would be bleeding from the eyes. And there is no reason. No pattern. Just a need to kill. An insatiable need to kill the lies, to devour the flesh that craves for these....these Things! Materials. To rip the heart away from its fallacies; to strip life off the rules.

The pillar is broken, the mane is disheveled and the nails sink into the flesh.