Response?

Another death to another weekend. They just come and go like butter, don't they? Like butta.

So it seems I have an anger cycle that contains me and a line and everybody else. It's my narcissistic, conceited, vain self that creates the separation.

nar*cis*sism n 1 : undue dwelling on one's own self or attainments

con*ceit n 1 : excessively high opinion of one's self or ability

van*i*ty n, pl -ties 1 : something that is vain, empty, or useless 2 : the quality or fact of being useless or futile : FUTILITY 3 : undue pride in oneself or one's appearance

It is futile. I don't really know what drives my anger. Maybe that it's fun in a strange way. To debase others. Like bullies on the school yard who put others down to bring themselves up.

old junk ...new junk