The pain. The unbearable pain.                                     
  Information strokes the lips softly.                                                          
                                                                                                
  The soft spots under the ears.                                                                
                                                                                                
                                       The nether world is filled with the dead.                
                                                                                                
                          That is so pleasant.                                                   
                                                                                                
          There are always pools of blood in the shadows.                                       
                                                                                                
                                                                                                
  A green and red striped sweater.                                                              
                                                                                                
                                          What you should be afraid of is                       
                                                  something you are not seeing now.             
      ohW is lain?                                                                              
                                                                                                
                              The tip of the tongue goes down and stops at the hollow.         
                                                    Help me.                                    
                                                                                                
                                                                                                
                                  The pophecy will be carried out.                              
                                                                                                
    I want to break the skull and take the pain out.                                            
            Pry the scrab off with a nail and scoop the flesh out.                              
                                                                                                
                                                                                                
                                                                                                
                                                                    I don't have many friends...