What is It Burns? Birthed from my twisted mind, it is naught but madness. Actually, that was a lie. Sorry. It is not naught but madness, but rather naught but angerness, which isn’t a word.
In any event, It Burns is that place into which I funnel all my rage, ranting about the things I hate. It just so happens that I hate pretty much everything, so I’ve a wealth of material to draw from.
But at least it burns, no?