how my inner pacifist won the war.

how my inner pacifist won
the war.
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hows this for irony?

last night i waged war

with my pacifist self,

and..

nothing happened...

the bastard just sat there

laughing like an 

enlightened guru...

(in a way that left

me saddened)

so..
I punched him 

repeatedly in the

face,

yet still...

NOTHING from

Him...

there was blood all

over the place..

and a three inch

gash across his chin.

he asked me why

i was always so angry,

lookin for someone 

to curse and fight,

then offered me a hug.

(but of course I just

stayed up screaming

all night.)

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i woke up feeling

weak and sore...

but he was still 

there, smiling that

ironic smile like a

Happy Buddha sitting
on the dirty floor..

then the bastard

asked me:

(are you ready to

talk some more?")

j.stephen.h.