I am beyond angry—a mix of creeping nausea, seasoned with disgust and utter contempt for these third-rate actors, these bastards in a burlesque of bad taste, flows through my system, poisoned by a mere glance at this bunch of thieves. This description doesn’t even begin to capture it.
I missed your anger.
I am beyond angry—a mix of creeping nausea, seasoned with disgust and utter contempt for these third-rate actors, these bastards in a burlesque of bad taste, flows through my system, poisoned by a mere glance at this bunch of thieves. This description doesn’t even begin to capture it.