He tells me There is a feeling of majesty that accompanies the unleashing of a torrent of verbal abuse. Tonight I called her an arrogant, precious, uninteresting, sexually manipulative diva and told her you're cute, honey, but you ain't that cute. My whole body shook for ten minutes after she walked out of the door. I felt like the king of the world.
Four hours later I'm still glad I said it (that bitch had it coming). I could write poems in this mood, I have discovered the eloquence of the bullfighter or the executioner.
Tomorrow he will wake up feeling small and alone.
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