~at the core

My head is racing like a motherfucker.

Anger. Hate. Ah... the spice of life.

I get off on being angry. If I'm not sufficiently pissed off, I'll look for something to get me there.

Hate Edge. I remember that whole thing... it was when the Philly scene was fracturing... splitting up... getting cliquey... Brubaker was doing the whole "Hate Edge" thing (perhaps in protest). I painted "Orphan Edge" on my boots... sounded better than "RunawayCore". That's about where I was at. It was all a bunch of bullshit... lines, divisions, divide and conquer... divide and fall.

Damn shame.

Once upon a time... a long, long time ago... things used to mean something.

Now?

I'm just looking for a rush.