Incendiary

I'm so furious words fail me, I want to destroy something precious, unique and beautiful. I want to create, and in the same breath, destroy something good and pure. I want to stand, silent as the world mourns the passing of some great work of art. I want to burn and sack the Louvre, bomb the Smithsonian. If words cannot contain this rage, it must be the world's to deal with. I want to laugh, scream and cry atop the burning wreckage of the world. I want to drag everything down with me into madness and despair, I want to see the pure of heart lying and cheating and killing. I want it all to burn away, become sterilized by the flames of my furious hatred. I want all that is good and right in the world to be dragged, screaming and bleeding, into the light of petty, brutish, ugly, pointless aggression.