My rage is a slow, quiet, calculated thing. I don't get angry often, but when I do, chances are you wont know it till your on the ground with a black eye praying you have life insurance...... But my anger usually dies out before I start a fistfight, and chances are you where oblivious the whole time to the fact that the only thing in the world I wanted to do when I saw you or talked to you on the phone was punch your lights out.... I especially dislike people who are flaky... You know who you are. Bah.
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