Hard to Keep the Rage In

HOUR: 5 and 9 minutes, 23 seconds, 11 milliseconds, 2-wait-1 nanosecond...

I'm in a really dark mood today, kids. Stay away from me or I'll bite you like I did that producer at the TODAY* show!

This phrase rattles in my doggie brain: I saw the best minds of my generation...wait, let me HOWL, and but on my best hipster/gangster pout...ready, annnd:

I saw the best breeds of my generation destroyed by

myspace, starving hysterical naked,

dragging themselves through the muttlike streets at dawn

looking for an angry fix...

I'm gonna bite the SHIT out of someone right now. I'm like a caged animal in here. FUCK! Hilton-world made me soft! I'm like SIDDARTHA!!!! I WANT to reject my riches and believe in something...but I'm consumed with RAGE and self hatred. I LIKE the good life. This cell sucks balls. And I don't even have any!

I want to just sink my teeth in Paris' little throat and let her know that she can't treat me like a dog! I think I'm still heated about her bringing that low-life chihuahua, Prince, into the house. He raped me, you know? He did.

I'm on a mission now. I want to channel that RAGGGGE inside of me. Maybe it's because my hide is dark, maybe that's why I'm so angry and want to spread hate in the lives of the Hiltons and little girls who worship Paris in general.

You know what? I am like Ghandi for dogs, really. Yea. That's it! Hoooowwwwwlll!

Imma go hump my bitch, esse, all this rage needs to be mounted and released!