The Rage Tank

When I see you.  When I see myself with you.  I wonder: what does he have that I do not.

I see that he has a several few things.  A successful family and a family that communicates with itself.  A family that loves and is open.  Brothers and sisters that can get along.  And then I look at myself.

A family with a brother that can get along with one sister.  A sister foreign.  Another brother that is foreign.  Extended family that is all strangers.

I ask myself what I actually have to offer and the answer is pretty stark.  Pretty stark and pretty pretty in it's own way.  Pretty pretty in it's own way, but damn near not the same.

What do you want to be associated with?  By definition, that.








I ask myself every day.

I tell myself 'nough said.



I hate myself more and love myself more.

I ask myself what do I need to do more to be more accessible and then I ask myself what I need to do to be more of a person.  I have no idea.  In all consuming rage everything makes sense.  I think we were working around that.  No?

The rage tank is deep and has many chambers.  We will explore them soon.