While I was walking to my parked car earlier on my way to work, I happened upon a nice little stone pile tucked away in a niche beside a bush near the parking lot. Obviously somebody had spent a considerable amount of time, or at least a considerable amount of deliberation and effort to construct the symmetric, miniature, pyramid-like structure. But something came over me in the spontaneity of the moment, and in my fatigued and emotionally unstable state, I kicked the pile of rocks, obliterating it.
When I got in my car and began to drive, I suddenly felt guilty about destroying the stone pile, like I'd just vandalized or demolished some religious monument or temple. This was a strange day, even among the many I've spent so sleep deprived.
After work, I drove home angrily and with desperation I could feel in my voice, I screamed to the music of TMGE, ready to destroy my life, or at least my larynx.
世界はくだらないからぶっ飛んでいたいのさ
世界はくだらないからぶっ飛んでいたいのさ
天国はくだらないからぶっ飛んでいたいのさ
天国はくだらないからぶっ飛んでいたいのさ
希望はうそだらけでぶっ飛んでいたいのさ
希望はうそだらけでぶっ飛んでいたいのさ
だから僕はあのことぶっ飛んで痛いのさ
I love you, I love you, I love you
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