Your rage is crazed, your anger beserk. Your furniture is bright, too bright, with neon temper tantrums screaming inarticulately then articulately, off and on like a light switch illuminating your neon furniture. Sooner or later, friend, you've got to fall. You will fall like meteor crashing into the sun, burning up long before you come close to striking the center of that which you strive for. You are yin without the yang, full of negative energy that will eat you alive and will consume you like a forest fire, scorching everything in your path with complete indifference.
Either that, or you need a tic-tac.