There is nothing stable in the world uproar's your only music.
Anger is implanted in us as sort of sting to make us gnash with our teeth against the devil to make us vehement against him not to set us in array against each other.
When anger rushes unrestrained to action like a hot steed it stumbles on...
I'm horrible in the mornings. I'm grumpy.
Just get out. Just leave.
It was honestly, it was torture.
