"The ceiling, the light is blinding, the straps have given me burns. A chair so comfortable it cradles.

The birds, the air, smells. Ah. *sigh* Relief. Wetness, but violent. Blood but the place is sterilized. No infection. Lice, a virus has attacked the system.

A pool boy with blone rich wife. Husband approves...but shoots. Who dies?

Anyone? care to seek revenge? Children at playground. Anti-molester posters wired to the fence. Dogs playing, laughing and pooping.

Clean these messes! I order you!

Ah, a butterfly. I see snow. Her wings have frozen so she sits left to die. She didn't make it.

Grab a gun lets shoot! Darn, no such thing exists.

The sun is hidden behind skyscrapers in the city, and storm clouds in the feilds.

Fresh paint. A dead baby...how uncomfortable. Some one sick is happy, SICKO!

The Newspapaer and coffee. A hammock left in the ruins. War waged. Battles. Dead grass vs. Manicures lawns. Bloody mess. Mud pies. Mmmmm. warm apple pies, cider and mugs.

The breeze of the ocean. The breeze of the polluted trucks rolling on the highway.

Love mystery, fear death, adrenaline surging, no rest.

Old book smells, ice cream taste, make sure you aren't too late...
too late...

INSANE! Insane. insane..."