Completely chopped my hair off. It's alot shorter than I've had it in a long time. I'm not sure if I like it or not. But as soon as I get back onto my facebook (It's been hacked) I'll post some pics of it.
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Finally I was face to face with the bitch. With a deep breath, I inhaled all the peace I could and exhaled suffering and mayhem. The sounds of a thousand tortured screams pierced the air in unison. Men and women of all ages crying, screaming, some of them begging, fulminated from everywhere and nowhere.
I heard nothing. Nobody else would have either. But the bitch in front of me collapsed on the ground, clutching her head. Covering her ears would be no use.
Another deep breath. Shadows played across my form, and wisps of breath began to absorb the surrounding light.
Blood began to dribble onto the floor from her ears. Her eyes were screwed shut.
I took one more breath, and then came a great rumbling of something old and ancient and vengeful. It was a sound more terrifying than any of the voices. I know, because I had felt it once, long ago.
The rumbling absorbed her essence. One by one its irresistible growling overwrote her chakras, starting from the bottom up. As her yellow chakra dimmed and dissipated, she rolled onto her stomach, got to her hands and knees, and began to vomit in violent heaves. By the time her green chakra was gone, the heaves had subsided, and instead her fluids flowed liberally from her esophagus to her throat, onto the floor.
The blue chakra succumbed. Blood dribbled out along with the vomit. She was turning pale quickly now. I knew this was nearing an end. Next the purple chakra. She began to have a seizure, convulsing violently on the floor.
The endless screams of torment were finally beginning to seep from her weakened body. At this cue, I realized that my job was done, and I gathered myself back up. The bare bulb overhead flickered and went on, an effect I hadn't noticed in my concentration. All at once, the sounds of a crackling fire, the ocean's shore, and a high wind permeated the air, then quieted.
I turned and left.
MY ANGER IS GREATER THAN YOURS