I wake up every morning fillled with immense and inherity variable degrees of disgust and hate. I brush my teeth, shallow down two or three table spoons of oil and some tuna fish. I head off to the gym, change clothes and step in front of the first machine I plan to make some dents in that day. I move the edge of my skull cap up past my eyebrows and stare past the machine, through the metal, cement and wired frame of the building and into the sewers of NYC.
Just passed the thick steel doors of my mind, I open the lock and let the beast out, he was born in the fires that spewed out from the gaping maw of my own personal dragon of disdain. He's hungry, and it's time to let him have his iron.
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