April 9th, 2010 by Hoopleton

Words don’t seem adequate anymore. Too rough. Too insincere. Too abstract. In this form writing isn’t enough. It could never, can never, really express the full brunt of my restlessness.

I want to scream. I want to murder. In this way I’m not at all different from everything I despise. I’m a man afterall…

And the world tumbles on. The dread machinery of rough hands, sweat collecting at the veins like a downpour. I’m the center of the hurricane. I bring with me destruction and pestilence.

Fear me. For this is all I have left to give.

So it was at the beginning. Chaos and gratuitous violence. Rape. The pilfering of what otherwise could have been a faithless, absolute clarity.

For this too I am to blame.

So it goes. Right into the firestorm.