I keep having quirky visions of violence.

When I say visions, I mean creatively. Anyway, I see all this violent stuff. A weird guy probably from the olden days with a mallet, smashing someones head in and running out in fear while blood seeps out of the room.

In my mind it's a slave driver who is a nut who just brutally killed one of his slaves.

Then history tells me so that this shit happened all the time in the past and still does.

Then I realize that life is shit and Wal-Mart reminds me so.

What to do now?