“Feel my wrath world!” You scream as the Earth Angels swarm around and carry you out of your mother's abode. Swarming about you, carrying you up into the sky, tendrils of Earth Angel masses twirl out and whip at the police car racing beneath you, knocking it over and into your Grannie's front yard. “Fuck her petunias!” you scream. And fuck the Po-Po too, you know their in on the drug racket, they would have slammed you down for being competition had you even dipped a tippy toe into that pot. Another spiraling tendril tosses out at poor Harry the NOW commissioners house, smashing the windows. That fuckwit would never have let you Rassle his brainless brutes. You are too good, too special, too creative to waste your existence upon his rag tag band of ruffians. And another thrashes out to smash the window of the local cosmetic surgery lunatic who bungled up your mother's snatch. From what you could gather, you burrowed so deep into her womb, they had to use the jaws of life to get you out. He moved on into some bizarre insectual territory you only hear dark and disturbing rumours about, so fuck that guy, and his billboard! A local lawyer, he probably fucked up your absentee father's child support payments, fuck that Sal guy, maybe if he'd done his job properly you'd know what your father's signature looked like. And fuck the pet shop! And fuck the Local International Department Store! And fuck the mill! Fuck it all! Also FUCK YOUR UNI! It's a far way away, but you shoot out a tendril of auxiliary bugs, sympathetic to your scenario, reaching all the way south, DIDDLE IDDLE IDDLE, that place is fucked! All the rage, all the anger, all the righteous roach lust begins to pull your body apart. You feel yourself becoming one with the swarm. This spiraling tornado of rage roaches, you succumb. Down below, one last authority figure who oppressed you your entire life. Oppressed you with four concrete walls, confining clothes, chemically laden calories that only weighed you down... down into the basement. Your mother stands there, watching this insane scene, a tear streaking down her cheek. With your final conscious thought before your self dissipates entirely, you aim the Earth Angel army towards her in an explosion of exo-skeleton chunks and gooey guts. There you have it. Your final, ultimate act of nihilistic absolution.