can't articulate anything. i guess thats why they call it inarticulate rage? gnashing my teeth? more like grinding my teeth, like sharpening swords for battle. i keep brushing my teeth- its like i can feel the venom dripping off my fangs. this long seige on heaven gets me weary, you know? sometimes its almost like i lose sight of the end. you get to thinking about stalemates. to the hive, spread out across countless worlds, gnawing endlessly at the roots of the world ash. fuck, lets all drink a toast to the giants, & do a last charge of the night brigade style moment, huh? build our babel out of a tower of skulls. little johnny's drank his last, & now he'll drink no more; for what he thought was h20 was h2so4!