Kitty-Atomic

Another paper star, to add to the jar. Only make them when I'm sad. A star for every tear, a whole new fear. Feel like I'm losing all I had. Wanting to cry, and wanting to die. Seem to go hand in hand. It all seems so hard, so ill add another star. Try to sleep now if I can. If. I. Can.

Taste me, my love. Devour my soul entirely. Let the rough feeling of my passion linger over your tongue. Taste me, my love. Everything I am. My warm bubbly happiness, to my cool dreary sadness. Taste me, my love. I am delicious.

Rain, I do love the sound. Small droplets hitting something hard. the tiny echo of sound. Why though? Why is this sound so soothing? It seems so sad. Like the sky is crying, it makes me wanna cry. Why can such a soothing sound make me wanna sit and cry. Drown in out with loud obnoxious music... Who am I fooling other than myself...

(Intro) You had come to the this damn party because the strider brothers decided to throw it. You rolled your eyes, Dave has told everyone that he had a totally ironic idea and wanted to play a game of snuggle bug . The party had an even number of participants so every one was given a piece of paper with a Song on it, two songs were always the same, though on one was written snuggle bug and the other not Snuggle bug. The objective of the game was to find your Snuggle bug partner and snuggle them. Most people despised the idea so that's probably why Dave called it Ironic. The winner would be the last person to be found. The worst part was it w

There was nothing but groggy swirls of illusionistic euphoria. The drugs they had administered to him were too powerful for anything else. His senses were obstructed, and he was alone with the cackling voices inside his head. They grew louder and louder until he could no longer bear it. He tried desperately to claw at his face, to do anything to hush the dull roar. But it was in vain, as his arms were strapped securely to his chest by the straight jacket that subdued him. He collapsed onto the doughy floor beneath him. He had been in this miserable cell for who knows how many days now? Perhaps even weeks or months, God forbid, years. He had