a vent, yes a vent.

... and for that moment, and for this moment, and for the moment to come, I'll explode into a furious rage only rivaled by the searing, blinding, ashes that erupted from the cataclysmic throat of the La Garita Caldera.

I'll go to the communist Government of Vietnam and shove a Glock in the mouth of every sanctimonious cunt who ever dared to proclaim to want a Utilitarian lifestyle for his citizens before pumping round after round of 9mm lead salad down into the trenches of their oesophagi.

I'll go to France and set fire to the Louvre, the Eiffel Tower and the fucking Cathedral of Notre Dame. I'll watch the people burn, watch their very DNA melt into a mess of Carbon, Hydrogen, Oxygen, phosphate and nitrogen, and I'll lie to them, I will tell them it's fine, I'll tell them it's okay. I'll lie to them, because it's fine isn't it?

I'll visit every person who ever told a lie harmful enough to turn someone into what I am now. I'll visit them and with a sewing needle and barbed wire, I'll sew their lips shut; and just to make sure such a lie will never be told again, I'll weld the barbed wire, weaving it together, with such an intricacy that you'd swore you were looking at the lips of King Midas, if only he had the touch to turn everything silver.

Poisoned with lies, poisoned with the macabre disease of immorality, cursed by the spikes of untruth, oppressed with the chains of veiled reality. The lead poisoning would be nothing next to that, that which yearns for a cure that hasn't exist, that which yearns for a cure that does not exist, that which yearns for a cure that will never exist, you fucking scumbag.