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Well slap my ass and call me Daddy. Where the hell did I turn up now?
June 1st, 2008
Back from business.
Tired as hell, but that sort of thing tends to happen.
Tired as hell, but that sort of thing tends to happen.
How the hell did I get here?
John?
Cameron?
Where the hell am I?
John?
Cameron?
Where the hell am I?
Quiet. It's too quiet. In my head. It's not screaming anymore.
I can hear my thoughts. But it will go away. It always goes away.
No more hands of blue...two by two...they can't find us here...hide and seek. Don't look in the cupboards. They never hide there.
Not in the black anymore...but it's still there, clawing at the edges. I can taste it.
I can hear my thoughts. But it will go away. It always goes away.
No more hands of blue...two by two...they can't find us here...hide and seek. Don't look in the cupboards. They never hide there.
Not in the black anymore...but it's still there, clawing at the edges. I can taste it.