I've been angry for about 6 months straight. Sure, there has been some levity in there. Some great times.
But all in all, f@#cking rage. It's fitting that the Western genre is becoming more and more appealing. There is a quiet fury that lingers in every look and that fills every pause. There's something about the emptiness of the old west, the isolation and desolation, the vast endlessless that is quickly amassed by raving violence... that's speaking to me right now.
I have a big black dildo with no vaseline for the world right now. I'm seeing red from what has been going on around me and I'm going to return the favor.
