A fucking self-deprecating bubble
What fucking joke is this suppose to resemble?
These illusions of so-called normality are failing
Fucking humans and their inability to maintain anything stable or sane or raise their children in a manner that is conducive to a normal life, and stability.
I feel such a need to throw. Punch. Hurt. Fuck.
Seething.
I am seething and this breathing is steadily getting less and less stable.
This can not be good for the heart, but more importantly, it is not good for the nerves. All those fucking comatose morons out there that never react and never feel and never anything because they lack any ability to live, feel hurt cry scream shriek. The fucking human capacity to enrage others and just cause such perpetual pain. It is ever-emanating and ever-present and every-fucking-where.

I need a cliff and zephyr blowing – fuck the zephyr I need something stronger – give me a fucking hurricane – and lighting , I want to see some real fucking lightning. And thunder. I want thunder, loud horrifying thunder.
I would stand on the cliff and yell
Until I could no longer yell
Then I would cry
A long fucking cry
A good cry
Some helpful tears
Of course the cliff would open out onto a sea
Like in one of those Greek mythological tales
There would be no spiteful bitter gods vowing revenge though
This is my story
This is my game
This is my life

This is my anger.