This is the room where it all happened. There is only me here now. All else are gone now, hospitalised or worse off. Prison or Heaven, unsure about most of the party. Their needles left in their still-the-same places. Their energies still mist around the door frames. I can still sometimes hear one of two, their breaths drifting.
Amanda is here again; second time in the same week; Amanda is off her medication; she says this one had a cockroach father; she means everything literally; Amanda is a very down-to-earth human; and not a reptile as she made very important to inform me; she always has a video when she comes so I oblige and give her what she asks for; her videos contain theories of the Hologram Pope; they are very convincing; Amanda is great for a laugh; Amanda prefers no anesthetic; Amanda is sometimes my bestest friend; Amanda was here again; Amanda passed away this morning. This is a McDonald's, sir...11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk9GBwN1pp8
Once I swear I breathed right in Clodagh's last whisper, before she was dragged into dark by Death. It was early morning, pink sky, the sun coming up or down I think, composing myself after a hangover on the carpet by the balcony. I was freezing. I took the air in and it was foul. Could have been none other.
Hi girlie Hi First time here? Yeah, you know I do as well, now, will we get down to business? Is there any pain involved? There is a strong sedative available and with such thing, no, there is no pain whatsoever, you may have some swelling for a few days but I'll give you a healthy pinch of painkillers or maybe you can pick some up. Who is she? Don't mind her. Here.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg9lgp5TyIC
I was once at once the master here. I did in fact do myself most of the so-called Killing. I would take the knife from the kitchen drawer. (Only a single knife in the single kitchen drawer, as all others had been sold or lost along the cold and narrow way) I took it and placed it along the spine's bridge and (this was after heavy sedative) drew it down and Swoosh! Finished. Close your eyes, dear. Count to three, dear. Tell me about yourself, dear. Strike.
What's that smell. Don't worry about it. It's coming from that room. It's just bodies. What? Yes. This is, after all, the killing floor. Get off of me. This is the end. Help! No one will hear you. This is the end. I will be the only one left.
I am all that is left now. The Gardaí are kicking my door inside out. They will find me. I know the pathways to join my failures. I have the self-same as-it-ever-always-was knife in my grip now, it's aim is perpendicular to the scalp. All it takes. The individual Guards do their kick, kick, kick routine. I am lying down on the ground now. There is only me.11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8gv7KccPRd
seventeen bottles of milk on the wall seventeen bottles of milk take one down pass it around sixteen bottles of milk on the wall sixteen bottles of milk on the wall sixteen bottles of milk take one down pass it around fifteen- I grow tired of this self-same-charade. Here is the point. .
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