Icarus's blog: "Somantics"

Something very soothing about the sound my gun makes when I pull the hammer back.

So...
I dunno if its a fixation
or just a wish fulfilment fantasy

but I sure do think about the accident.
And... how bad I want to find this guy
and hurt him.




























a lot.


I think about how I'm supposed to get a job.
Wake up before noon.
Sleep without nightmares.

Then I think about the accident.
And how... cold and murderous I am.

I guess this is what happens when I sit still long enough.

Don't have something to file, poke, sand, fidget, fix, paint or grind...
and I just... stay angry.

Only ... its not anger.
Its some rational sense of injustice.




so
What should I work on next?
Labor and time investments are a plus.














I guess there's some argument for "move on" and "work" and "do right".

I dunno if I'm ready.

I dunno if this *indicates his self*
is something that is ready to "move on" "get over it".

Not without some justice... or a lot of hooch.