“You know the feeling. Darkness boxes your line of sight on either side. Your vision itself gets blurry; you can almost see the demons in the trails your eyes trace across the room. There is bile that seems more like venom than saliva in the back of your mouth. Your fists clench and unclench until the palms of your hands tear open, and blood starts a sad journey to the ends of your fingers, mapping out the events that led to this debilitating state of mind. Psychologically, you can shift several ways. You can become loud and abrasive, abusing friends and family, cursing, regressing intellectually. You can also slip into a deadly silence, the calm before the storm, suffocating the world with the quiet known only before all hell breaks loose. One thing will always remain the same: As passion goes, wrath – or rage – is nearly indistinguishable from love in its intensity, the two epic ends of the maelstrom that makes us human.”
— Corey Taylor (Seven Deadly Sins)
Chapter: Wrath of the Con
Got my external cellphone charger today.
This thing is the shit.
Nobody makes electronics like god damn Asians. It’s not racist if it’s true.