What I Did

[Q. G. Pennyworth]

My favorite Christmas present of all time
Was a set of jewelers' screwdrivers
All the little philips, flat and hexes
For tearing down machines
My father got it for me when I was sixteen
And I still have it today.

I remember one day at school
I was sitting in the bathroom
Staring at the fixtures
Because you have to stare at something
And I noticed the screws
Could only be turned one way.

They were designed so they could be tightened
But never unscrewed
And, I reasoned, this was because they didn't want
Any kids to tear apart the bathroom stalls
Which means bathroom stalls
Can be torn apart.

I started looking around the school
And everywhere I saw un-safetied screws
Holding together pieces of things
I took for granted as "solid"
The desks, the walls, the bookshelves
They could all be torn apart.

Giddy with my realization
I wanted to tear down the world
I mentally dismantled the schoolbus,
The movie theater, the park benches
I unmade an alarm clock
And broke my father's chisel.

One time I took apart a rotary phone
The faceplate, the dial, everything
I broke all the way down
To a little box of goo
That I still don't know the purpose of
It would never be a phone again.

And sometimes I think this attitude
Explains what happened to my head
Because I learned what brains are made of
And identities
I ate lots of ideas that were bad for me
And tore my shit to pieces.

I think I telephoned my brain.

[P3nT4gR4m]

That's so close to home I'm wondering now if you're my Tyler Durden. Can someone check the IP's ITT to see if they're the same 

[LMNO]

That was great, QG.

[Q. G. Pennyworth]

That's so close to home I'm wondering now if you're my Tyler Durden. Can someone check the IP's ITT to see if they're the same 

Strangely enough, not the first time I've been accused of being someone's Tyler Durden.