LAST NIGHT I HAD ONE OF THESE NIGHTS...
REDbULL
[A KILLING]
ONE A.M. WILL COME,
IN A TOWN, IN A PLACE,
WHERE I MAY NOT bELONG.
I STAY AWAKE,
HEAR THEM SPEAK,
TO THE DRUMS OF THEIR bONGOS.
'LAUGH AND PLAY',
I MUMbLE TO MY PREYS.
'FOR IT WILL NOT bE LONG'.
I SEE THEM NOW,
THE LITTLE LADS.
PIXIES, FROM SYLIbNYTHON.
I TRY LISTENING TO THEIR TALES,
bUT MY TUMMY IS TOO FOND.
FOR I WAIT NO LONGER.
SWOLLOWING THEM,
TO WHERE THEY bELONG!I WAS UP SO LATE. COULDN'T GO TO SLEEP AND THE ONLY COMPANY I HAD WAS INSTANT MESSAGING WITH, TOM POOLE THE PIRATE, ONE OF MY bEST FRIENDS. I KEPT LAUGHING AND HAVING FUN AND THEN THREE IN THE MORNING ROLLED AROUND AND I MY EYES FELT DEAD. bUT WHEN I SHUT DOWN MY COMPUTER AND LAYED THERE TO FALL ASLEEP I JUST COULDN'T DO IT. I HAD TOO MANY THOUGHTS. ALL I WANTED TO DO WAS GET UP AND DO SOMETHING. MAYbE GET bACK ONTO MY COMPUTER, bUT I DIDNT. I JUST FELL ASLEEP SOME TIME AFTER. WHO KNOWS
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