I want to hear the bones of my most loathsome adversaries burst as I roll my oversized vehicle across their ruined corpses.
I want so badly to vindicate myself and my wretched failures with sweet, tangy revenge.
It is not fair that there are people who are bad to and better than me.
If I must suffer, so must they.
This is what I look like when I feel this way.
It’s pretty hot.
Regardless, thoughts of vengeance consumed me during my every waking moment.
Then one evening, I boiled myself a pot of ramen and sat down at my laptop for an evening of rage browsing.
I was also “boiling” with rage.
Luckily, I stumbled across this Deviant Art page and the words that it put forth into my mind made me think about how all this even go.
I dropped my soup in my lap but it was ok because I’d been staring at this image for over 45 minutes.
Deviant Art user roxasxiiiroxy was right, I remember thinking, before the scalding hot liquid burnt through my genitals and balls, ruining them permanently.
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