******* salt my open wounds and eyeballs, eye sores, eyes are swelling up and I'm war-chanting, "Break ****, steal ****." Start ****, I don't care, I am a tempest of vulgarity. Obscenity on high. I am the meteor that kills all the dinosaurs. I am the myth that stops kids from killing each other by force of nightmares, an inherent moral dialogue. I am the rush. I am the rush. I am the rush. Rush of words that knocks you off your privileged *** and only takes your ******* wallet. ******* salt my open wounds and I will hurt you back. Not out of my ******* nature, but because I am. I continue choosing to be. Consciously. I am the rush.