I am the individual posing in the background, with a lit clove in my mouth. I will not think twice about reaching into my pocket and pulling out the gun that carries the bullet with your beautiful name engraved upon it. Do not challenge me, for my wrath is endless.

Guns. Power. Exploitations. People. Logic. Music. Pelvic Thrusts. Self Inflicted Arousal. You.

Ambience.