Walking with fresh cup of coffee into my room

>walking with fresh cup of coffee into my room
>sudden urge to splash it all over my bookcase

Poe would call that the Imp of the Perverse.

why?

I dunno bro, I just wanted to destroy all my books for some reason

Same shit happens when I'm leaning over a ledge, if I have something in my hand I feel like dropping it

That happened to me today. I wanted to shout "Extreme!" and vault over the edge while making the devil horns symbol, and then fall to my death six storeys below. That would have everyone puzzling for years!

Ecksdee

Do it! But wright your manifesto first.

I'll be sure to mention Veeky Forums so it gets flooded with newfags and my legacy can live on

god speed you user..

Somewhere you recognize that you are trapped by those books. The fetters of language, the impossible stance of those pillars of humanity, the modern gods who write our reality mocking you from the shelf on which you have placed them. You thought you were being reverent, but in your kneel to the altar of scholarship you have caught yourself within the inescapable penance of knowledge - I say dash the java, OP! Break now this bondage, this slavery, this servitude of a false inferiority to the so-called masters of their form! By ruining the spines of these killed buddhas, you are finding your own! Come, O ubermensch and rise above the constraints of language, dancing in posthuman glee among a digital transfer of pure consciousness!

[post-script: this rant is best read as a slow crescendo toward madness, preferably in the voice of either Orson Wells or Gene Wilder]

>wasting good coffee
Unless it's shit coffee
>wasting good books
Unless you have shit books

called an intrusive thought. probably caused by anxiety from the caffeine in the coffee

He hasn't drank the coffee yet moran

it could be fresh and he took a few sips, or even that his body is placebo reacting to the smell.

I get the urge to torture and rape, me too. Huh? It's normal. Huh?

I get that feeling every time I walk into a museum

Sometimes when I'm waiting for the subway train I get the urge to jump in front of it and maybe take some persons with me. I'm not even that depressed.

This is why Meursault shot da arab

switch to tea, my man. It's the most philosophic beverage.

I was in Kelvingrove Art Gallery recently where they keep the Dali painting of Christ (pic related) that got slashed (and shot with an airgun at one point too), and I was wondering why stuff like that doesn't happen more often. All the paintings are basically unprotected and it would be such an easy way to make a name for yourself

When I walk through the MFA in Boston my mouth waters at the though of destroying ancient vases and gouging oil paintings, my heart beats faster. Its almost unbearable. I totally understand when you hear about art defacement.