There is a scene in Fight Club by chuck Palahniuk that has the main character beating the living snot out of a very pretty guy. When he walks away and speaks to Tyler about it he says:
"I just wanted to destroy something beautiful."

I understand that feeling. The feel the need to tear down and rip to shreds the pockmarked ediface of human creation is in human nature. Destruction and creativity walk hand in hand, they kiss with tongue. We want to oxidize the entirety of our uncivilized culture until we are back to the bitter dirty crumbs of the Dark Ages; when the world mad sad, cruel sense.
I want to work for it. This pre-packaged, red-43 yellow-16 high fructose corn syrup lifestyle we lead hasn't taught us how to expend all this pent-up turmoil - this whirlwind of emotion brewing inside us. We just buy and buy and panic buildsbuildbuilds until


BOOM

In this horrible Un-future we are tied off from our emotions; some one put a tourniquet between us and our souls. As if God is some huge, mean Martha Stewart with everything in its white, hypoallergenic, lilac and lavender scented box labeled, stamped, dated and thrown in to the organic compost pile unopened and quiet.

burn your box and tell God your name