I had this insane urge to write this afternoon, like a deafening call to the word processor. It was like a dark beast all snapping and scowling, pacing with forceful strides. A storm swirling, a powerful wind howling; they were all this strange, intangible cry that tugged at me insistently and left me swathed in hissing anger and hate.
I went home to read tho, and this dark beast laid down again. Hmm.
Now listening to: "Hysteria" Muse, Absolution
