Voltaire - [The Chosen]--- Once i was so angry, at people, for leaving me somewhere, that i started to chase them through the mall. In my chase, i fell up an escalator, and cut open my hand. Dripping blood, and running, i was chasing them through Lenox Mall's parking lot, calling after them, in what i thought was coherent speech, but was later told was nothing but incoherent howls, growls, and snarls.
I was trying to tell them i wouldn't hurt them, if they stopped.
Good night.
I was trying to tell them i wouldn't hurt them, if they stopped.
Good night.
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Date: 2005-05-24 11:45 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-05-25 01:04 am (UTC)no subject
This is why i try not to get angry, in any thing other than a verbal exchange..
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Date: 2005-05-25 03:13 am (UTC)no subject