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March 16, 2006

Menace

Gods damn it!


I fucking hate when I get like this. So much anger so much contempt for every little thing.
I don't care if you're human, animal, living or non-living, I just want you to hurt and by my hand.
It seems like that's all that will make this feeling stop when it comes, and I know that it will only subside until I stop hurting you.
Fuck you! I don't care who the FUCK you are I just want you to feel pain, I want to scream at the top of my lungs and let my furry out on you until I have nothing more left in me, until I sweat blood.
I can't stand this primal rage, I hate this Testosterone that courses through my veins, this hormone that makes me so violent, so selfish.



I am cruel, I am vicious, I am a menace, I am a Man. All I can do is give in to the rage and hope it runs its course more quickly. Hell have no mercy on the souls of men, for we are the least deserving of it.

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March 9, 2006

Fill the shot, Empty the clip

A young, successful Newyorker comes down to Atlanta, Georgia to visit family, while in town he decides to get in touch with an ex-girlfriend. Evidently the idea did not go as well as his 26 year old brain had calculated because later that wednesday night she ends up in a bar drowning her sorrows. Around 3 AM she is kicked out of the bar because she is so belligerently drunk, there after our young Newyorker and his ex-girlfriend end up in a heated argument at the corner of Piedmont and Peachtree in a strip mall at the heart of the upscale 1M-gets-you-in-the-door-for a-house neighborhood. The arguement is ended by seven shots punctuating the night fired centermass at close range into our dead ex-Newyorker.

The morning sun melts through the grey clouds above, spilling over the blood stained ground. The chalk lines are gone, the shell markers are gone, the blood remains, and in the distance, underneath the pulse of the city, the BITTER chuckles.

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