This has been fun but i
have to barf now.

It's sad that your own
mom dresses you like that.

not listening.

I have dream. and in it,
something eats you.

You go girl.
and don't come back.

Kids are the future.
frightened?

ok. I'm perfect.
now stop staring.

I hear the other ucky
people calling you.

Life. Get one

It's not my fault
you're icky.