dies ire mother *@#$&!!!

I can do hate. Sometimes. It happens, you know? There's nothing premeditated, no agenda. It's about the burst. It fuels up and, suddenly, wretched stuff starts spilling, in a piss-like spray all over my brain. The poor thing stings feverously, getting vile and irate. Mist is coming and cognition vacate its premises. All wits make a run for it. Things start shaking, perspectives narrow and my voice squeals or growls by itself. I do flushes. Several ones. Passing through my chest and arms. My forearms go sweaty and the mandrill inside creeps out splitting my skin like an alien dude. I got synapse-stuck and the tongue get loose expectorating its own babbling idiom. Ranting its own limping logic. Few saliva drops sprig randomly upon the stuff and people around me.

I fall in love with my only argument, get stuck with the only reason that make sense (only) for me. All of you, the other guys, suck and make me puke! How can you live with yourselves?! My wrath is growing some awesome balls. You have no idea, BELIEVE ME! They`ve just turn cerise and have their own pulse. Pace and pulse. Myriads of nerves crossing them; breaking the light speed barrier, going subatomic, neutrino-like. And they roll, you puss! They roll like war machines, all over the place. My place! My territory! Look at them! Common!!! You know that you can`t look away. Just embrace the view and awe yourselves, you, trivial.. beings.

I regret it. The rage thing.. Always swear never again to let myself manipulated by it. It makes me small and vulnerable. Ass naked like, in front of an intrigued audience. All looking condescendingly at me. Some treating me like a spoiled toddler, others like loony maniac. Fortunately I always put myself together and things return to civility.

What? You`ve got something to say?!
Well, then *@#$&*(*%(*&&^^* YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!