Average Rating 9 (1 votes) Rating Rated by 9 Unknown You must login to vote Angst is only a word. When it's angst, it comes to nothing. Much will come of this. This is rage, and it isn't just a word. God is merciful, infinitely: he is a perfect entity. I am imperfect. Expect nothing from myself. Some say that demons are real. Others say they're inside your brain. When you're in the moment, you'll know, it doesn't matter where it comes from: it's right on top of you. ------ "'You think you understand me," said Kerouac to Mark. 'You don't understand me at all. You want to fight about it?' Mark said nothing, not knowing who Kerouac was or what he was so mad about." -- from Palm Sunday by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.

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