Self forfilling prophecy

In our need to prove ourselves right when we make a temolioous mistake that spurs our impulsive evil genius I to anger we cannot help but sit there in awe at its spiralling capacity parasite in revers

So I, the great contender... Alas I spoke as I leant my ears out on my hands held flat so as to catch the sounds that were so obvious by my performance. Irony strikes a blow when no one is there to hear any of it. . . Is that why we speak out loud, so we can hear our voice and note the delibracy so we can now in fevorant fits of mishap guided by our inability to accept that we are upset and having a tantrum because we enjoy the severity of the ramifications that are being set by a brilliant brain most devilish when given the chance, why to cancel when said again when asked rhetorically, hopefully not out loud so one would forget how to remind ourselves of important things.