text: The anger, the immense and pulsating feeling that comes with being angry. I don’t know if it’s because of my nature or simply because I exude a presence of being angry but here it is, in the most elegant of colors, prancing around as if it has no cares in the world, the wind from its dance whip stones and gravel in every direction with a ferocity so careless and calm. Yes, anger is alive, and it has no care in the world. You misconstrue yourself to think that anger in its essence is angry all the time, for it cannot be what it already is, water cannot be wet for it is the essence of wetness, therefore anger cannot be angry for it is the essence of anger. In my heart of hearts I knew this to be true but I couldn’t bring myself to understand why in the seven hells such a magnificent creature would be created for such a thing, and then I see myself in a glass reflection of thought coming to the understanding that we are all of something else, we all have a hidden being beneath our cages of bone and skin. I watched as anger continued to dance around the way, seemingly completely engulfed in the trance of the world itself, the dance was futile and carefree, whimsical, and unordinary. Anyone who didn’t have a shred of sense left would know what this was, but most still held onto their sanity for various reasons; be they in hopes to find true love, wealth, prestige, whatever the case the mass of individuals clutch tightly to their sanity, I am different. We are from a place far below, under everything you know to be true, under the world, under your feet, under it all. There is no way better to explain it but to say that I was not of this world and now I am, solemnly watching as anger stirs. You ask of my purpose, of my reasoning for being and I will tell you that it has no relevance to you or yourself, it is only I that needs to know what purpose I serve. Yet, if these are to be the days I live out in this realm of rock and wind then sharing my intentions may prove beneficial to my future endeavors. Where I am from they describe me as obtuse, the failure of an intellectual mind, the break in existence on the coldest of nights, and the deterioration of consciousness on the warmest of days. I am the eerie confusion that wrestles with men and women alike in an effort to subdue the mind and cause mass delusions, I am madness. And I am here to assist anger in bringing the world to its knees. We will mold ourselves together in the dance of our kind and become one to bring about a wealth of boundless destruction in our wake, and only our lack of imagination can be our downfall. Our first order of business is to expose this generation and future generations to the truth of what this world truly is, starting with a girl and an apple.