I've always wondered how many people there are out in the world today that go around their daily life thinking about how it would feel to smash someone's head in.  Or maybe it's just me.  There are days I get up, praise the sun, praise breathing blah blah.  Count the blessings of being alive. 

Then there are days. . . . there are those times I wake up to red in my sight.  I see the pain, I see the anguish and the lies.  I see the masks that people wear when they go out in public and they lie lie lie.  I feel a burning in my gut.   They annoy me.   I wonder how it would feel to just put my fist through their annoying little lying faces.  Or maybe take a bat or a hammer to their head.

"bang bang maxwell's silver hammer fell down upon her heaaad. bang bang maxwell's silver hammer made sure, that she was..."

. . .I like that song. Don't know the Beatles were thinking when they came up with that.   Makes you wonder. . .

I am not babbling. These things really do go through my head.   Sometimes I think about what would happen if I just flipped that switch in my head and let it all rip riot.  Not caring about prison, or being institutionalized, or even lethal injection.  Frightening isn't it. That someone is actually out there going over mental homicides in his or her head yet never carrying them out in reality.  Why?

Because then I would have to deal with the screams and cries of the victims.  Gods that would drive me up the wall.

heh. . .  Ok I'll stop now. The monster is quietly gnawing on its foot again.  Seething.