To control my temper and make my words less mean and my demeanour less offensive. But what do you do when one thing after the other goes wrong. Angry tension is building up in my veins as I struggle to contain the once dormant rage in my body. There’s only so many times you can forgive, forget, turn the other cheek, that sort of thing. How much is too much. When do you have permission to blow some one out of oblivion? When I was a kid I used to imagine that a space craft would come and suck all my tensions and irritiations away with its mega sucky thing that resembled a vacuum. Imagining this would give me great comfort, though the tensions that plagued my young mind then were just a teaser for the ones that await me in adulthood.
Its a kind of rage that really leaves no room for constructive expression. If you release it, you feel sick. If you don’t release it you feel sick. Anger pumping through your body and tugging at your emotions makes you a crazy person. I would like to revise the laws to include a clause that allows permanent and severe disfiguration to those who persistently Fuck with your whole (body, mind, spirit, trust, love, faith, integrity, kinship, respect, dignity, etc). I would include greater leniency in sentencing those who inflict such acts on members in their close circle of confidants, blood relations, lovers, and the like.