I can't believe her methods. I say, beautiful people are going for beautiful

Sorry, but you have killed me. i can't love anymore, because you've created a wasteland.

A wasteland of expectations. No-one but you and the four of you can win. I don't like the word, win. I like the words, Let go.

It created a long white line of nothing.

I don't want that feeling, it's so quick to show itself, it told me. Every dead amen told me how to feel that deadly moment, and I knew it, completely, for a small amount of minutes. But, to feel a better completeness, I had to run from death. I didn't need to know, but i suddenly did. I became a part of all those people chiming, and beating together the drums, beating beating me, into a paranoid state, in a place called Paranoia. Which was so easy to leave. Leaving is wise. I don't need the gang. bad team. I want to feel lighter like small lives are lighter. Not calls for mass hate, suicide wise meat.

I couldn't believe in them, at all. They brought heights of emptiness to my emotions, building lands of giant grey robots, banging plastic tubes against metal bins, until a morose migraine spilled into my rubber brain. I've been shot in the head, I will get off the bed and sleep on the floor, covered in my coat. I've been shot in the head, shot in the head. Heal me, heal me.

"I have to go."

And I rolled round on one foot, looked for her, and ran into the bushes towards the stream, that is wider than a stream, and for a long time doesn’t have water, and I've often wondered alone, when there will be water, so I go there occasionally. And it's the way out; you cross it, by going over thick stones, joined by a thick fallen trunk, but be careful. Be careful I thought as I thundered through the shortest route, which was difficult thick, nettles and cutting brambles, sometimes as high as my face. Be careful, you, I don't know if it's in water, today, and you'll trip you'll trip, and those stairs are heavy, and the water gets deep in that place.

The man in front recognized me, as I did him, and he was smooth of manner and he snarled an assured great white shark smile, which hissed; "ZHISSS." and he slapped a old brown stained machete against his left hand. She went on away screaming, without seeing any of us, trying to escape me, took a sharp left, and disappeared into a thick mash-up of bushes and trees. They had black scarves around their faces, I couldn't see how many were there, because the sunlight had disappeared now, in the shade of the cliff.

The masked men, the men who had sold me the puff.

I gasped;

Heading through the grass towards the little path. My mouth opened like a dumb round black eye and I was frozen. Her little tanned spindly legs, went clickclack clickclack, destroyed the one sandal, by losing it as it scraped against dirt and the bits fell off, and she nu-ed and nonned, and her lollipop head rattled, weeping, on the top of her body, every part doing separate things

I waited, then, I went swift like a bullet-man, and hit across the long dry grass...she uttered a high, final NONN!!!!! and as we went up the path, to the south side, there was a rushing noise that hit me from all sides, so I didn't hear what was coming for me. Something appeared from a smaller mud path to my right, and it's presence stopped me. It was a man, and behind him were more men.

I was unsure.

"Can you hear that? Can you hear that?!"

I can hear something!!"

It was a blunt, swinging continuous rhythm. Swing, snap, collapse. Heavy leaves shattering. I went mad. How can it be? How can it be?