Predisone Side Effects

I am rage. The hunched over, sweating Robert DeNiro throwing opponents around a ring. I am every splinter and chip of wood from the furniture hurled out the windows at random moments amid grunts and groans. I am the beating of fists on the bathroom floor tiles one after another. Hear my bones crack. I am a thousand kilograms of adrenalin pumping in my veins like bees buzzing together to sting a little girl who threw rocks at the hive. I am thunder, I am lightning, I am a million storms. Show me New Orleans and I’ll flood the streets. I am the black hole of the universe sucking in everything and building up this explosion. The great big bang taking place over and over again just inside the skin that they call flesh on a body of something they call a boy. Edison created light but I can only create in my own way by smashing his bulbs to bring back darkness.