I'm not just a another nut job.
Some negative qualities can reach a pitch of perfection that changes their very nature, and I have turned anger into an art.
It is not anger at anything.
It's just pure, platonic, vintage wrath from somewhere within the reptilian depths of the soul, a fountain of never-ending red hot grudge; I live on that thin line most people occupy before they haul off and hit someone repeatedly with a wrench.
For me, Anger is the ground state of being.