^{My morals are sometimes loose and I can be open minded to a LOT of things. I’m tenacious and explosiveand a little bit of a hedonist ( okay, a LOT of a hedonist ), but I know what I want. Now you can stand there and spout how violence is never the answer, how leading with fists only leads to more trouble than someone needs. Just know that the second I decide you’ve gone on too long, you’re losing your TEETH. So either grow a set and get ready to fight back, or back the FUCK off and get out of my face.}

                                                              ^{written by scotch}

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                     _{You’re crying like i just broke your nos —- oh, WAIT, i did.}

_{My morals are sometimes loose and I can be open minded to a LOT of things. I’m tenacious and explosive and a little bit of a hedonist ( okay, a LOT of a hedonist ), but I know what I want. Now you can stand there and spout how violence is never the answer, how leading with fists only leads to more trouble than someone needs. Just know that the second I decide you’ve gone on too long, you’re losing your TEETH. So either grow a set and get ready to fight back, or back the FUCK off and get out of my face.}

                        _{call me what you want. as long as you know i can KICK your teeth in.}

_{I DON’T FIGHT FOR FREEDOM. there’s a lot of things to pick battles over and a lot of worthy causes. some people fight for their freedom. the freedom of choice, the freedom of thought, whatever they think is important enough. wars are not fought without a purpose, and people like to come up with those purposes whenever they can. sometimes they’re truthful, but sometimes they lie. well, i ain’t gonna lie when i says this right now.}

                                                             _{I FIGHT BECAUSE I LIKE IT.}

                                      ^{“ Looking at your face makes my brain ANGRY. ”}

                     _{why do you care how i live my life? as long as i’m happy, that’s all that should matter. i’ve spent most of my years feeling angry. at everything and everyone. this is the only outlet i get without turning to sculpting and hitting clay with a mallet. i know i’ll have to stop eventually. just… let me have this NOW.}

^{you know those jackson pollock paintings? that’s how my brain feels every time i look at you. thankfully for you, that’s the extent of my rage - though thinking of how much money that guy made for paint splatters makes me see RED. i’ve got projects to grade and i think a broken rib or two, so if you’d kindly wrap this up? or stay. i could gladly use a punching bag that SCREAMS.}