Hi Mom

Must I run rampant? Kanye West is my role model and Russell Brand is my best friend. Disconnection is my priest and self mutilation my church. The unexplained anger screams at you and cries at night. Explode, I beg, explode the bombs and crumble the towers. Fuck I grow tired of this hyperbole-prose.

I wonder why I hate the loud-voiced. Something about how every word starts with a punch to the conscious, an arrogant blast to your focus. Please leave it up to me if I want to listen to you, not up to the volume of your voice. Not to mention that the technique is inherently combative. I interpret the innappropriate volume as an assault on my voice. One should not have to escalate their voice to escalate their opinion. However, it seems the persuasion of so many that in fact the validity of a point is in direct correlation to the weight of a noise. IF I SCREAM I AM RIGHT; counter productive, mean, inhumanitarian, self indulgent, lie.

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