Self-Immolation In the Black Church of AngstMature

We've nearly all been there, when we were younger and had all these feelings, all that hate and anger and depression and sadness, trying to come to terms with the changes going on within and without. We used words as our tools to craft poetry and prose as a release for all the confusion and depression and it worked, we felt a little better.

Now we've grown up and looking back at it, it's awful teen-angst garbage. Lets all have a laugh at our sadder times.

We've nearly all been there, when we were younger and had all these feelings, all that hate and anger and depression and sadness, trying to come to terms with the changes going on within and without. We used words as our tools to craft poetry and prose as a release for all the confusion and depression and it worked, we felt a little better.

Now we've grown up and looking back at it, it's awful teen-angst garbage. Lets all have a laugh at our sadder times.

Lets look at our terrible cliches, the overused tools of angst, moaning about razor blades and blackhearts. Lets make some fun of the shamefully bad rubbish we pumped out in our yesteryears.

After all, it was all to make us feel better then, we can't we use it again now, if not in a slightly different spirit.

So roll on up, put that feeling of shame and embarrassment aside and share some of your awful work from times past for the fun and amusement both of yourself and of others.

Come on, sacrifice your work in the furnace so we can all bask in the warmth of the fire in this black church of angst.

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