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Red Ears
Image Credit: Jackie Black Art
I remember the times when I paid no heed to self-restraint, when I could (and would) lash out willy-nilly, recklessly purging pent-up, unflattering temperamental angst. It was unreasonable, it was devastating, but most of all, it was all so cathartic. I’d get pissed off, I’d piss others off, then off I’d go to get pissed.
Those were great times.
Social and personal maturity has since incapacitated me. Psychologically, I am the equivalent of a blocked up chimney constantly being fed red hot charred coals. Existentially, I am as advanced as a inversed exhaust fan. I have lost the ability to discharge negativity. I live life each day with emotional blinkers permanently attached.
And what do I have to show for it?
Red Ears.
