Nope, I don't think that one word can adequately discribe it, nor can that simple emoticon yonder, nope. There are oft feelings inside that just, for the life of you, defy the ability to be expressed; rather, they defy the form of rational expression that is accepted by society. There is nothing that is stopping the feeling from being expressed except that little thing known as a social more. Spitting with rage and disgust is generally frowned upon, as is beating the living daylights out of inanimate objects. The urge to beat into submission an artifact which vexes me grows stronger as time passes, the impulse to smash the object, to rend it piece from piece increases in power and frequency at a rate which I would deem alarming. Oh to have the rage unfurl inside like a great serpant rearing up, preparing to strike is a feeling which I loathe. My very hatred for the feeling only serves to further fuel it, increasing the seriousness of the situation. I should go before I do something.

- Zen
'Don't lie to me, I see through the words you're saying...don't cry for me when you're nights are cold and lonly.'