She sedated me...
a black void fills my vision. What did I do?
No, did I attack them. No, no no. Dammit!
'FUCK IRELAND ARE YOU THAT MUCH OF AN IDIOT.' IT is back. I don't know who IT is. I don't know what IT is. I've gone mad, insane, batshit crazy, mental. I'm officialy mentaly fucked up huh.
This would make a good song,
Floatin' down aimlessly.
Yeah that's good.
Atop a swirlin' tree.
Blue ribbons in the apple sky.
One thing is on my mind.
Theres three lines right there.
Runnin' in circle dream.
Nothin' is as it seems.
So far so good
Seesaw in the jungle gym
Hey man are you listenin'?
Nobody ever listens to me
Ju Ju Magic
Ju Ju Magic
Ju Ju Magic
Ju Ju Magic
Yeah!
(Jon you're goin' crazy- goin' crazy- goin' crazy! Jon you're goin' crazy- goin' crazy- goin' crazy!)
(Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!)
Hmm. I don't know about those.
Livin' moko jumbie.
Across a whirlin'sea.
Red rubble in a golden hill.
Hey now have you had your fill?
okay,
Dancin' comes naturally.
to those who let it be.
Jingle-jangle and a just give in.
Hey man are you listenin'?
Ju Ju Magic
Ju Ju Magic
Ju Ju Magic
Ju Ju Magic
okay.
Yeah!
Ju Ju Magic
Ju Ju Magic
Ju Ju Magic
Ju Ju Magic
Ju Ju Magic
Ju Ju Magic
Ju Ju Magic
Ju Ju Magic
Yeah!
I'll have to remember that and write it down when I get home.
Fuck, theres that damn beeping again. I with it would just stop. So... Fucking... annoying.
Damn I'm imagining the hospital walls are covered in blood. The darkness of one light.
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Cupcake Killer
Teen Fiction15 year old Ireland McLaren. Emo,Punk, and a skater. Her friends don't understand her at all, and she cant have a boyfriend to save her life. She plays guitaur for her band named The Cupcake Killers. Not only is she the led giutaur plyer for the ban...