There is no border to violence
There is a border of your golf course, your oasis, your island. The rage comes from within and strikes far. Further, you knew. Further, than you’d expect.
Or is it too far? Too ugly for your taste? Too loud and too ultra-violent? Well, guess what. That’s the way it is.
Rule n 4 Short-game priority order
Don’t waste your time on useless sobriety
Burn your memory and forget your mother tongue so the words and letters carbonate together and merge in sculptural skeleton shapes. Make your language a nuclear core that would melt and implode. Cover your tongue with hot lead and swallow it. Shout to notify the seconds, yell to count the minutes and hours. Time is nothing but suffering - kill it. Again.