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Me when I'm ******:

Stage 1: Politely nodding and smiling. Thinking: Omfg shut up.

Stage 2: Staring at them blankly. Thinking: I'm gonna **** myself.

Stage 3: Clenched jaw and glaring. Thinking: I'm gonna **** YOU

Stage 4: Completely lost it, revving chainsaws (no accident that I pluralized chainsaws) and burning **** down, the town is in ruins and I am evilly cackling insanely and raiding chocolate stores. *Thinking: MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
no. I do not have anger management issues. now ******* before I stomp you into the ground and chase you with a sledgehammer

lol if anyone wants to do one like this about their stages of pissedness I'd love to read it ;)
Nothing changed
Until nothing remained
In your head
You wished
To be oxygen to the whole world
And everybody to read
Your future bread
Work hard
This poem is dedicated to YOU if your a poet.  Don't give up one day these will pay our bills
 Nov 2014 Brendan Thomas
Hannah
I have always loved
the seemingly insignificant wrinkles
near someone’s eyes
the tiny lines
etched through skin
carving out lakes
and canyons of memories
filled with happiness
and laughter
water droplets
forming a canyon
from years of joyous tears
trails created
by a runner,
wonderful runner’s high,
adrenaline coursing through
his body
blazing trails
through the tiny lines
engraved like an epitaph
on a gravestone
reading:
her laugh was
and always will be
her most beautiful feature
laid upon her well worn face;
the unmistakable imprint
of a life filled with joy
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