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they did it.


did it.


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no way they can do that! no way they can fool us!

I know places you'll never hear of and been to places you'll never dream of.

walk ahead......don't look back/face front pretend you hear nothing ACT you hear nothing....... the monsters under my bed they are laughing while licking my bare feet


don't show them your gloomy red face!
don't show them your tiny shrinky voice!
you should be AGGRESSIVE really aggressive your glare should make the children cry

the monsters under my bed they are laughing while eating me up
making out with pillows



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and now, shut the doors. turn off the lights and have some rest. there are no wonders, only this fridge-buzzing noise and the ghosts playing around with your microwave. you can hear the dishwasher and you can hear the bubbles in the lavatory and you know it'll never be quiet. and you'll never be alone.

not sure how I did land here but my body feels different. a lack of....vitamines? Maybe I'm just dreaming. When I fell into a deep sleep at that beach I didn't thought I would wake up at another but here we are. and don't tell my mother I don't want her to see my face on TV - would you? Inviting some kinds of animals overand holding a little tea party at my island. now as they can speak I finally can tell. I finally can tell that they're a lot more interesting than every person I've met before. Strange things going on - am I losing something or is this just the beginning? & I don't find beauty in every flower. I just can't tell a difference.

sick of this clouds but how does one keep his head down? and, as you continue your reading, I'll burn your
FUCKING house down. because that's what we're like and that's everything we've ever learnt. do not blame yourself. blame that lady from yesterday's TV show. her recipe was SHIT. and blame me. oh, yes man. blame me.

When I'm on a walk I look down at the street because I'm afraid of seeing death on every face passing by.

earth is a noisy
place so i'm sure
heaven has to be
a pretty quiet one.
humility is the key to
everything - they told me how to open
that door pretty clearly. but now,
that my finger tips burn .........is
there really such a fate? if i'll touch
it, i might know. or i might just
burn the fuck down.

Mr. Hong usually waits under the rch roof for the sunshine.

and a tiny, tiny voice



"here."






what a dreming little bastard. recognition is expensive nowadays. did no one tell him? why is everything falling into place?

wake up in a blank white room no doors no windows only these items in front of me:

- box of polyethylene
- a Jackie Chan poster
- three hairpins (girly!)
- some cutlery
- the Polly Pocket beach house set
- some ash blonde hair

rad shit. too bad I'm tied to this chair.