Much anger. Computer sucks. I want to do something to release anger, energy. I have to move I have to do SOMETHING. Can't no transport. No. No anything. So frusterated that it feels as though hot poison is running though my veins and they bulge from my arms and hands. Urge to format. Rising.

"No more games, I'ma change what you call rage tear this motherfuckin roof off like two dogs cage I was playin' in the beginning but the mood all changed..."

-CR