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I wanted to get angry but I couldn't do it.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean angry, but rather raving mad.
A bloody-haze-clouding-my-eyes, brain-running-out-my-ears
-kind of mad.
Hmm, yeah, burning-the-enemy-alive, killing-all-in-my-sight
-kind too, maybe. If you like. Except I already failed.
Oh, well, whatever(, nevermind).

Or maybe I just wanted to get drunk.
Wasted like the disembodied head of some hooligan
soaked in a tubful of scotch.
(Still no can do.)