” on resentments”
I was living life, going along, all well and good. Feeling justified, I decided to concoct a drink that I felt entitled too, and named it “Hatred.” I thought perhaps if I derange and bombard my senses with it, I would create wonderful works of creativity in a glorious, romantic, stupor. The reality was that the poison potion could not alleviate, or could be the root cause to a lot of my troubles. No matter how strong I made it, or how […]