So, I wasn’t very nice on the phone last night. I was pretty frayed going in and my typically deep well of patience was depleted. There was enough left in it for cordial relationship-maintenance conversation but it wasn’t the time to take a shot at me. She jabbed the wounded animal and he woke up proud and angry. All pretenses fell away and I indulged that evil well of darkness existing way down deep at the core of my essence. It laughed with joy to finally be in control and delighted in stripping off the sugar coating on my thoughts and feelings towards her and replacing it with a cruel dark taint. It grinned as I cut at her in a righteous fury with emotion unbuffered and raw. I don’t feel like going into specifics but rest assured it was thoroughly vicious. Say goodnight to the bad guy.
The Ancient Undergrad 
na your not a bad guy. sometime us mere humans have to start standing up for ourselves whenver our buttons are bein pushed. *push button and runs away*
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Doing something like that doesn’t make you bad. It’s just something you had to do.
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oh thats so beautiful and sad! i applaud you for being raw and real. thats where it’s at. its truth, its real. rock on you crazy diamond.
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I’m on the wagon too. I don’t think you’re a bad guy. It was just a moment. We all snap at some point.
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Goodnight… for while we all have it in us, it never pleases any of us toletit got like that. The question is, upon awakening will you really be sorry you let it fly?
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my “evil well of darkness” has disclosed itself at points in the drama of my existence that in retrospect i can’t help but wonder if my subconscious hadn’t teamed with fate and said “enough of this suffocating pretense!”. what i’m trying to say is that red toothed, red clawed destroyer that sleeps within me has often woken up and gone berserk after i’ve not proactively handled a worsening situation in the way i know it needs to be handled. so out of denial and lack of gumption i just let the snowball get bigger & bigger until one day he awakes and some kind of temporary insanity or demonic possession comes over me and handles the situation in a rather drastic manner. the problem is often the snowball is not the only thing that ends up being destroyed; i need to be more proactive.
and in regards to your “greasy pole” double entendre, there’s no need for apologies. i delight in that kind of inapropriateness.
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added gas to a fire…bad timing on her behalf.
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RYC: “Well, you certainly look happy.” I changed the picture for you, just for *YOU*, ok?!?!?!
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The good news is I always like the bad guy.
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Sometimes….I like to just push a button…to see what kind of reaction I would get. It’s like holding your hand out to a tiger and taunting him with a rack of lamb. It’s kinda exciting…
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