Monday, July 05, 2010
Having this awful feeling of being strung-up, pent-up and having this buzzing haze all around me. Get what I mean? For lack of finesse, some would call this an 'irritable' mood. Something inside wants to drop everything and just lie in bed, gazing at nothing and melting away from being; but another part of me wants to leap onto something - anything - and just gnaw it to bits with an unearthly savagery. In the span of hardly 24 hours, I've been a nanny, aunt agony, investigating officer, social worker, healer, worker, administrator, beggar, lawyer, planner, contractor. I would dearly love to have DIII with me right now so I can cut through hordes of monsters, putting certain faces onto each of them, and indulge in this transcendence into fantasy. Or better yet, if I could warp into a portal where bludgeoning people isn't a crime, and where I didn't possess a conscience, then perhaps this would ameliorate a lot of these frustrations inside. In this brief moment I can just barely begin to understand some people's psyche in listening to death metal.
Wenky
5:59 PM
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