When I'm feeling a tad on the crazy side, I'm often walking home from the bar thinking "I'm gonna piss all over everything." Over and over as I walk. If you look closely you may even see my lips moving, soundlessly chanting "I'm gonna piss all over everything."
I've never been so wild as to do it and, to be honest, I've never seriously considered pissing on anyone or anything specific. That's just the phrase that runs through my fuzzy depressed brain on those disappointed nights when my steps aren't following my brain with the grace I generally prefer. It's just a thought, like, maybe, like a dog, if I piss all over the neighborhood, I'll wake up in the morning and the world will be more familiar, mine even, in that I have marked it as my territory. And the world will smell of me and recognition will follow.