There is something so wrong with me, or something so right with me. Either way, it means trouble for the world. Funnily, it also means the world is trouble.
If I'm as wrong as I think and know that I am, that means Me, unleashed and on a rampage, means trouble on so many levels for the rest of the world. Sticks and bones I may not wield, but words, contrary to popular belief can hurt so much. Unleashed, unfettered, and deranged, I use all the wrong wors to say the wrong things, at all the wrong moments to effect a destruction that has all the elements of an emotional and relational doomsday. I am have the equivalent mighty destructiveness of a Decepticon, but a lot less cool, and a lot more deadly. If I'm considered alright by normal standards and everyone out there is every bit as deranged as I am and even more, then it won't be along before we all blow each other up and leave mindless, soulless dust where we used to inhabit.
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