Horror tales to be posted every weekend -- for Monday viewing... unless a different date is noted... perhaps.


Monday, May 18, 2015

BETTER LATE THAN NEVER



Everybody has a breaking point.
For some, it comes later than sooner.
Oh well,
Better Late Than Never!

RYM






(Season 5, Episode 10)




BETTER LATE THAN NEVER

(Boston, Massachusetts)


Have you ever had a deal with a certain type of person,
You know the kind… a person who you learn to hate over time!
Be it particularly someone who solidly believes that he is…
Delusionally... in an authoritative position above you.
He tells you in no uncertain terms that you are a worthless freak?

Have you been the brunt of untold years of cruel workplace hazing?
Have you ever been cock-teased by mean women as cruel as lecherous men?
If your answer is a resounding yes to one of these questions,
Actually to both of these questions,
You should heed these words of warning before you strike back!

If you don’t watch your own ass by measure of your own aggression,
You will be consumed by the same sorry backstabbing dicks…
Standing around in and out of the shadows of your life…
Waiting for their chance to pick you apart.
Stand tall and true to your inner terror nature... to defend yourself!
Tell them all in a whisper to wait just a minute while you gather your “stuff!”


You should openly feel like you have the right to turn the table on them.
Why did you ever allow it to get this bad in the first place?
They didn’t even really know just who you are, anyway.
And when you were pushed to the breaking point…
When you had finally had enough of all the pressure and bullshit…
It was too late to go back to the abuser for some more nonsense.

And after you’ve killed them all in a rage induced psychotic break,
And buried their bodies in shallow graves in the park,
You will then realize your true inner potential.
It is empowering to strangle the bitch who scorned you!
It was giddy fun to behead your annoying co-workers.
And, eviscerating your bastard boss was evil fun!

The cops are now sniffing hard core on your trail…
As they track you across the horror filled countryside!
You smile as you stare glass eyed at the still bloody ax in your hands.
And smile the smile of the unhinged deranged bully victim!
And you bathe in the warm, sweet sensation created by this question:
“Why didn’t I start killing all my bullies in middle school?”

RYM

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