Fireing off
double middle fingers at the responsibilities we have, in turn letting them rage. Like squirting
lighter fluid on the fire that is our lives.
Imagine your workspace is completely full of files you have to
sort out. now, instead of filing the files on your desk you say fuck it, and fake your own death and never worry about files again.
Guy 1: hey Bill, do you wanna
hit the gym with me later
Bill: Nah, I'm letting it rage
Frankie: Yo Bill, did u finish your
taxes yet?
Bill: No way dude, I'm letting my taxes rage this year