First Battle

 then I walk out...I don't want to listen …

It's Alive! The Monster is alive! The American took and brought; Goat. †So damn you...you're happy now...and you've been monstrous, and you have died. I got more and more fights. I had to make sure It didn't notice. I borrowed a bicycle.

There are gunners in my little houses, People, A People. How much square feet? How many people in a square? How little room for so many.

Fit the whole country in square feet. The People, or a person. Find someone who can cleverly, and quietly kill them, use a kitchen knife even, cut a little slit in the heart. I saw that, I saw damnation, and I saw my own light when I crossed the light. The heavy turning of the wheels, electrical, electrical, heavy method of pushing feet down, faster, faster, easy down the slopes, fly free, feet lifted and spread out sideways,

summer breeze. Faster than speed. When I'm being driven down the motorway in a car, and I see the heaps of large metal cages in the industrial parks, piled on top of each other, I know it will catch me, It's going to fly me inside the steel container, and I'm going to be trapped in that prison, and I won't be discovered choking and dying in that place, because no-one will bother to check the cages. They will play dark metal. I will forget food.

When you're in a fix. Everyone seems to want you to stick, in that fix. They

don't like bad luck. They despise emotion, because; it means talking to you, "and I can't fake,

It’s just that; I hate. “It’s safer to hide something inside It was just that this

enigma has to be kept under raps, and I'm to stay in prison for life,

trapped in the metal cages. I went far. I cycled through towns, with an

evil, tiny spirit, speaking at once like a cat hovering somewhere around

me, stuck to the bike.

The Cat was another abomination. It tried to tickle me, and it mocked me. I couldn't shove it off, not even when I hit speed, not even after ignoring it. Anyone go near and

I'll burn, damiit...ducking from fireballs, the brain defies. No more brain. Sizzled... sizzled. If I reveal things she will never recover, so why can’t somebody just make her think No?