its funny how some of my best work happens when i’m pissed.
i can’t seem to describe the creative juices that flow through mind when someone ticks me off.
for example: if some asshole cuts in front of me when i’m about to get on the escalator, i have the sudden urge to write an angry poem. or when i find out that i’ve been lied to, my mind comes up with all sorts of mean literature i imagine i would say at the instigator’s funeral.
am i really that cruel? am i truly that angry?