Please shut up.
I hate your voices.
No, not the ones in my head.
The ones all around.
You irriate my very existence.
For God's sake, just disappear.
Oh to have a moment of peace.
Quit your bitching.
I'm not listening.
Tuning you out.
LA LA LA LAAAA!
Ugh.
Where's my gun?
Naw, it's not that bad.
I hope it never gets that bad.
I need a vacation.
And this time, it'll be with someone I like.
*AHEM*
*GIGGLE*
Don't ask.
I feel ill.
I need a Dr.
A medical Dr.
A head Dr.
A Dr. of the soul.
I need a Soul Man.
I need a soul, man.
FFS.
Ramble much?
Bang Bang, my baby shot me down.
What is the reply to that song?
Stab Stab, I got up and stabbed you, bitch?
Oh, love.
How epic and tragic a love story I have lived.
Psh, who am I kidding.
Nothing epic about choosing the wrong men.
Or do they pick me?
What if we're all just picking the same people...
reincarnated, over and over?
what a fucked up joke.
Don't you have better shit to do, God..
Allah,
Buddah,
No, it's Kali Ma.
That bitch likes to create AND destroy.
Wait, that's all Gods.
I'd love that job.
God for a day.
You'd all be fucked.
HA.
Well, not ALL *wink*
Back to the sweat shop.
-REL
