I resonate with this. I try to vent online but turn it into an artform. I think there is something beautiful about the freedom to arrange letters to show what i want.
But I do feel there is a great work of destruction to be accomplished. Novelty is lacking, reality is crumbling, broken, I grasp at the centipede of logic, thrashing, fucking itself, eating itself alive.
morality is an injection of chocolate into your veins.