Hubris

This is the only place where I am free to let my thoughts roam in wanton verbose, where I would not be derided for my unbridled sense of linguistics and semantics. This is my abode, where I raise my shields of self-imposed hermitage. Let not the plebeians whine and rage at their linguistic incompetence. I am elite. This is my hubris.

Rage

Repeated attempts at expiating my lustful energies seem to be futile, and it will be soon before the claws of passion strike at my essence. Passions that are misdirected and unfulfilled. You may think I am past my prime, yet my blood still rages down there.