wall paintings

Why didin't you come? I waited for so long. You took my top and said you would bring it back, why didin't you? theres netflix movies coming soon, I don't want to miss them. I think this onces about a storm or clouds, I'm getting bored with it. Theres never anything good on the wall. Just the boring shit, day after day, nothing changes. I'm so tired. You were supposed to come allready, I think I'm going to go to bed. the sheets are still red after you tried and pull my womb out of my mouth. Still tastes like turnips really, I tried to wash the taste out with some led, but it just made all the paint in the room fall off. I'm tired of waiting, go and sit in your corner, me and the faces will go and watch some buegul boys in the monorail. Fuck you. Just go and Fuck a Duck.

Bowling balls and guitar playing monkies

They actually dared to dig my head up and put a EFFING CAMERA IN IT!!! THESE ARE MY TOUGHTS! MY personal memories! no one, not even the joker is allowed to see them! Jhonn would have understood, hes toughts are always hes own, no one takes images of them. bloody lucky martians. I wish I was a manatie, they have it easy. just... manatieng around... doing... manaty things, OKEY I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT MANATOES, but they have it good man, they have it good. all that extra skin.... lazieng around... being smart... smart as a FOX I tell you man, they are foxes in manatie disuises! there are no real manaties, they are all actually FOXES. you know, the once that have weddings when is rains in the suns rains... thats not right. when it rains, there is no sun.... I think im going crazy... am I? no, the jack o lanters will keep me sane, just like the bat says "early bird gets eaten by the fox!" damn those foxes! they ate my bird, THEY ATE MY BEAUTIFUL MANATIE BIRD! and now they want its skull, I wont let them... its my skull, my toughts....

A happy fun clown came in to town

UNCLE GARY CAME IN TO TOWN. Oh how I remember him when I was small, I loved his candy and I loved his smile. He never stopped smiling, not even when he burned our dog in the backyard of our minds, he smiled and smiled. he smiled when I was making somersaults on solid ground, what ever those are, and he smiled when my bird died and went to hell. he likes the word hell. Once he even made cyanide pie! He wouldn't let me eat it tough, just gave it to the rest of the family that fucking uncle of mine.... Hes a fucking fucktard and he doesn't like me.... But later he gave me a monkey! he would hit my head and pull my eyes out of my head! That's when I like him again, he took the bad monkey away and bashed his head... Uncle Gary is such a nice man... He is one of those people who can always smile, and is always happy... Hes often SO happy he even cries! He was crying when he bashed the monkeys head and when he was stabbing aunty sally in the heart! I wish I could be that happy. I envy Uncle Gary... God I wish he would die.

Grape juice and unicorns

That mother fucker! That darn dirty mutter fucker dared to spill colored orange juice all around my floor! he dared to soil my beautiful world, my essens, my sanctuary. I should punish him... Yes, I should truly punish him for his actions, no matter how many times e screams Parley, for he is damned to eat marshmellows for all eternity in his cave of all that is flyffy and dear. He will never see his enemies for they will burn in the waters of calmness infront of his pants! For that is the only fitting end to this FIEND that soiled my beautiful world, for he is evil and thus be pnished.. YE BE LOVED MY MOTHERS LOVER!!!! ye be loved!

Sing for me little pritty one, sing for me...

Sing for me my pritty, for I own you. You can never hide, you can never run, but you can get away from me. Watch me as I bind you to me and make you mine. You silly little man, you think you can satisfie me with the silly phantom, with the death of the Phenix, but you can't, you will always be mine, mine and mine alone. You are like a child in a sircus, frightened by the crowd. I look at you while the rain falls in the day of monday. You can never escape. For I will never give god his angel, for then, it truly would be, Hell down here.

It was so sad, looking at him... Sitting there, phoning his wife... Poor boy, seriously, even I could hear her screaming on the other line "Wheres the milk I send you to get? How many time have I told you, I want the diet one, not the regular fatty one! And another thing why-" I just had to look at him sympathetically. I feel for you bro, I feel for ya. I once was married... a horrible turnip she was... never listened to what i said... never even talked to me after we got married.... but ouh, her complexion was so beautiful white and violetish.....

What should I say? They provoked me. I had no other choise. Pulling that rabbit out of a hat, preposterous. they must be witches, I bet. worshiping the that Satellite of theirs, sacrificing baby carrots on an altar made from bongo sticks! Evil I say! So i had to stop them! but they were too fast. They must have singed me to a trance, because suddenly I was in a field of diamonds, with marsh mellow for a boat! I had to get out of there, but i was distracted by the flying submarine driven by a man dressed as a woman. Weird hobbies some blokes have, if you ask me.