break my bones to watch them heal

can't tell whether im really angry or perfectly calm. i mean in general. with pure hate and anger comes a seeming calm and straight-forward confidence. There's nothing worse than someone who can't be angry with style. Rage is beautiful. To see someone filled with hatred, to the point of murder but with a smile on their face or a verbose string of adjectives to attack their enemies is a glorious thing. As i've said before, i don't believe humans to have any physical style or grace, merely practice. In my mind, being at the point of frothing at the mouth but still a character of these practices is something of true amazement. I can't help but stare.
everytime i write in this stupid blog i end up thinking about lighting something on fire. quite literally. and the things i imagine burning to enthusiastic ash keep getting bigger and bigger. im a weird little boy in a city of old boring men. But i do know what it feels like.