Sunday, September 6, 2009

Red mist.

Stressed.

Angry.

I feel like I want to write about it all, but the only thing in my mind that surfaces from the murky gloom is a desire to beat someone, anyone, to death.

I was to feel a life expire in my hands to relax me.

Perhaps my aggression isn't quite under control yet.

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