how did i deal with my murderous rage throughout the years?
(without leaving a trail of bodies behind)


music, heavy music.

i used to plug in my guitar, put on the headphones, and blast away for hours.
no one could hear but me, so i could play absolutely anything i wanted, as loud as i wanted, as noisy as i wanted.
(i ended up becoming pretty good)

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long long lonely walks.

i am talking hundreds and hundreds of hours and miles by myself, through all kinds of landscapes. cities, mountains, seashores, forests, jungles, highways, deserts, railroads.

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angry prayer.

curse the creator.
give it all up to god.
shake my fist at the sky.


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there were other coping strategies and techniques,
but i will not recommend them to anyone.
those methods only compounded damage.
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Victor|Victim

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