"The ceiling, the light is blinding. The straps burn and itch. A chair in thr courner, it cradles.

The birds, the air. Smells. Ah *sigh* Relief. Wetness and violence. Blood, but the place is sterilized. No infection. Lice, is a virus that has begun attacking the system.

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

Anyone? Care to seek Revenge? Children at the playground. Innocent little devils. 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 is left to die. She didn't make it.

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

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

The newspaper and coffee. A hammock left in ruins. War waged. Battles. Dead grass, manicured lawns. Bloody mess. Mud pies. Warm apple pies, cider and mugs.

Fresh paint. A dead baby...how unfortunate. Someone sick is happy. SICKO!

The breeze of the ocean. The breeze of the highway trucks rolling away.

The coward who fears all.

Love mystery, Fear death, adrenaline surging. No rest.

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

Who will remember the good times?
Who will see the bright side?
Who will not hide?

INSANE! Insane...insane."