Is it wrong to want to smash a cell phone into a million little bits that sparkle and gleam in the sun’s rays through a west kitchen window? When does destruction become art and healthy creation, when do small moments of violence become something wonderful and beautiful? Are these questions that will inevitably land me in hot water with the landlord or detained by authorities for medical evaluation?
I dunno, I’m a pretty quick little rabbit to catch. Hoppity hoppity hoppity.
It’s equally important to find those who act reprehensible responsible for their transgressions, as it is to administer rehabilitation for receptive reprobates. Whew.
Regardless, it’s time for a new phone.