It happens when I'm at parties, and the evil becomes a thick paste throughout my limbs and my mind.
The dumb folk who talk and talk.
But I stare at their faces and imagine slitting their throats, reaching my hand down the esophagus and pulling out their intestines.
Dragging them by their guts as if they're on a leash making a trail of blood that contains my anger and the insane amount of energy that bubbles inside of me as they bore me with their speech.
Something that I can only execute by making a film.