a DYiNG game
Wednesday, January 10th, 2007you
can tell when the world is conspiring against you. you just can tell.
everything just don’t work out the way they should. the way things are
meant to be. something comes up that throws you into a curve. and you
end up feeling helpless. and angry. at everything. and your itching to
do something. something crazy. like say, get high over something
illegal. crash and burn. or you want to do something irresponsible.
like say, miss out on work. or something stupid. like say, stay out all
night doing who knows what. or something damaging. like say, vent out
on somebody to whom your wounding words would surely stick. surely hit
a nerve. any short lived madness would do. break glass. throw things.
make believe your immune to gravity. punch somebody. be violent.
unquestionably, any will do. sure enough. any meantime madness. and you
cant even take an advice. you’re that far off. come to think of it, how
do you hold inside the fury that one feels? the loss of self-control.
the destructive rage verging on madness. it is a dying game.
