Welcome to the Machine

Welcome my friends...welcome...to...THE MACHINE! Query 1: you thought you could escape? Query 2: YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD ESCAPE?!? You foolish...well, fool! Listen to (read) the words that are emanating from my digits: YOU WILL NEVER ESCAPE MY FURY!!!! What's that? You have some questions for me? Well, normally I don't take questio...okay, okay, just stop yelling. Holy shit, alright alright! Speak your mind. What's your question? What the hell am I talking about with fury and what not? Fury needs no definition. In fact, to attempt to define all that is fury--in particular MY fury--would inherently fall short of even beginning to describe all that comprises the fury. Not good enough? Well, you know, I don't normally have answers for this shit all the time. Okay? It's not like I sit on the shitter writing down definitions for all the shit I say. I don't care that you are not impressed. I can fuckin' kick your ass in video games! No, not Halo--I suck at that. No, not pac-man, I'm shitty there too. Listen--shut the fuck up. Hear me now: my fury is that of a machine. How so? I'm so glad you asked. Here's how: like a machine, my fury is automatic and NON-STOP! Try and escape and you will be pulled back in. THAT, my mortal enemy, is why there is no escaping my fury. Okay--your question is "why am I supposed to be intimidated?" I'm going to answer that with a question: do you fear the primal scream of the sasquatch? Do you cringe at the hooded stalk of the King Cobra? Do you recoil at the sight of the Serengeti lion stalking you as though you were an injured infant wildabeast? The answer is YES! And the connection is that me, AND MY FURY, are ALL OF THESE THINGS--but way way way way more. I know...it's FUCKING crazy. It really is. This one time, I simultaneously ejaculated, shat myself, and urinated when the true nature of my fury cascaded through my cerebral cortex. Yes, that does bring up an interesting point: NOT EVEN I CAN ESCAPE MY FURY! Welcome to my world--WELCOME TO THE MACHINE!