I’ve been trying to think about life, trying [bad word] up with some sort of flawless system that explains it all, you know, just something that makes it all make sense, preferably one [bad word] in a nice easily digestible sound bite, quick and easy and without too much effort, because life can be quick and easy and without effort, and I realize the only one thing that brings me any sort of joy is anger and hate. Rage is the only thing that brings me what one might call contentment, rage is the only thing that even begins to satisfy my need for fulfillment and then I realize that I have been wasting my rage on [bad word]  on things that didn’t deserve it. This one gift of mine was being squandered on things that weren’t worthy of it, and this angered me, I’m not going to [bad word] off my rage to everything and anything any longer, but rather now wish to save it for something really special, save it for something noble that really deserves it. I wanted to hate what I respected and I don’t respect anything. I long to hate something worthy of the emotion. I can’t hate [bad word]  I can’t hate the pathetic. The pathetic demeans my hate. I want my hate to represent my purpose, to [bad word] my purpose.  I want it to be worthwhile and looking at you, thinking about you, knowing what you are I realized that to hate you would be a crime, it would be like hating a stain, like hating a pimple, a zit. I can dislike things all I want, they are a nuisance, a bother, but hating them would drag me down, drag me down. How could I build up energy for this? How could I really care? I’m tired of having my hate watered down by irrelevant [bad word]  There is nothing worse than wasting the beautiful energy of unrestrained anger, of uninhibited  fury, on something like this, some impotent meaningless blur. And then a calm [bad word] me. Nothing can bother me now because nothing is worth the trouble. Underneath this emotionless surface boils the [bad word] essence of unrestrained anger, I now walk through life like a ghost, like a zombie, for I have reached a transcendental state of bliss, and by bliss I mean rage, because I know that what I now hate is the core of everything, I don’t hate your trivialities, you [bad word]  your irritants, I hate the essence, I hate [bad word]  I hate the very fundamentals of it all.