[Zero]i am a mass of rage because of everybody else but me.
i buzz with righteous indignation like the aura of the bodhisattva, hair bucking in knots of untapped power, at any opportunity, like all righteous folks must, though i haven't met too many others.
but I feel the maroon robe billowing as my righteous wrath writhes and try to learn to hesitate to strike, having burnt earth and bridges before: they know not what they do, and although clumsy, they are so fragile.
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