These hours seem like years...I've been staring at this wall, wondering

when it's going to take all of our lives. I'm just glad we have jokes. I

think way too much back here. My eyes are slowly closing; boredom is

causing this loss of interest. When will I awake? Asleep...

This party of four includes three grown adults and myself. The first

adult is very shy and wise enough to keep the second one from

conversation. (They're on a mission). Gender is not recognized. The

third adult is a male and talks too much. The stench of shit is in the

air...

The room storms with laughter...fours turns into a hundred and the noise

is unbearable. "It's time, you are in hell, this place will kill itself

soon!"

I cry, and the hands surround me. Born into a hell...

I never wanted to wake to this. I hae experienced nothing, yet I feel I'm

the only one who has not done harm. If only I could understand how to

change things...I can't fucking think. The noise is unbearable. THE

noise STOPS.