I got my feet on the ground and I don't go to sleep to dream

You've got your head in the clouds and you're not at all what you seem

This mind, this body and this voice cannot be stifled by your deviant ways

So don't forget what I told you, don't come around, I got my own hell to raise

Do you ever have those moments in life when everything is find and dandy and suddenly, as if on que, someone or something opens up your own little pandora's box of wrath. It's as if waves of anger and spite wash over you, tainting all you see with distain. Your tongue begins to drip with bitterness and your head swirls with a thousand demonic thoughts that just won't leave.

Maybe you don't have a clue as to what I'm talking about. Maybe you're one of those people that just pass through life so happy and passive that nothing is able to place a ripple in the surface of your existance. You can't even conceptualize what it's like to want to cause physical harm to someone - not even for a good reason mind you, just because the mood has struck and whatever helpless victim is before you shall be the next to go.

All I know is that today I was cheerily browsing through the card section of the bookstore - something that always makes me feel all sentimental and sappy - when suddenly I couldn't control myself. I had just opened a card that had to do with keeping in touch. It said something to the effect of, "Even though weren't not nearby, I still hold you in my heart." Sure, that's simple enough - cute, endearing, sweet. The inside was even left blank for the writing of some equally sentimental thoughts, but as soon as I opened it, the vision of "FUCK YOURSELF" printed in large black lettering came to mind.

I admit, I was a little taken aback but this obviously hostile thought, but I knew just who I'd send it to. And as I pictured them reaching into their mailbox, tearing open the envelope and reading the inscription inside I couldn't help but laugh demonically to myself.

Ah yes...at least I have an active fantasy life or I might just carry out some of my own little acts of fury.