molecular smiles

Afternoon and the cold has begun to settle in and I wish to hurtle curses at the world out for no other reason except that there's a need within to annoy or ruin something no matter how ugly it already is.
It could be said the advent of insanity slowly drips in but my lord I am in fact the last person who'd go insane, in that, trivialities of life do not bother me nor do such feelings of dissatisfaction with self and others because I have seen them before and lived on to type this post, but thoughts are not bound by a structure and sometimes they come in a riot of violent circus with needs and feels so aggressively savage so as to almost tarnish a good heart, but thoughts are after all just that and they tend to knock about in the empty space above shoulders to dissipate and perish that is until one doesn't keep latching on to them repeatedly, birthing more potent speculations and blowing them up to an infinite proportion so as to only ever stay clouded in that fug of desperation and finally commit something vile and unrestrained; those are passions ungovernable and these singular thoughts of wanting to throw a brick over a neighbours shoulders hardly ever compete.