The years of painful degradation and low expectations from scoring under 6.0 on the richter scale. They’re no longer laughing with you, nor should you laugh with them. Meditate in their humorous negativity, let it pacify your ego. A chef once told a dying co-worker “glad I didn’t give you a raise, your dying of cancer, haHaha”. Feel the hateful grudge, let it consume you until your possessed with enough inter-rage violence to dominate news headlines. Package your vindictiveness in hyper-sanity to achieve your atrocious goals. Feel the spiritual fracking of loyal fans, who know you have the potential to break the 9.5 record. Be the heroic-extinction that destroys us better than we can destroy ourselves. Active your fault lines, Be the champion.