They come at your brain with their razor edged words and stabby phrases. They're driven to burn the images in their minds onto your optic nerves, unhinging the way you perceive everything. Permanently.

Impatient with their visions, even more impatient with your lack; there is a violence in the way they communicate, the gunfire staccato of verbs; hollow point adjectives meant to blow jagged craters in the sense of civility and decorum we hide behind. They want you as rabid and savage as they've become in the grip of their dark, poisoned muses.

Warren Ellis. Hunter S. Thompson. Harlan Ellison. As shameful as it is, I love them for their rage and they way it shapes their language.