And so she giggles . . . . You know she should really stand in the corner for that last line, the problem is I'd have to stand their too. And so she giggles. . . . . .

And what started all this sillyness of rhyme you might ask, the first few lines of something I wanted to write here rhymed, I hate to rhyme; it makes me insaine! I didn't want to write either, this is the third time I've sat here today; twice I left the box empty. There's a lot of waking up going on all over the place . . .today has be painful I don't think little ANNIE could take it any more, my avoidence that is, an she sang this over and over to me in the bath tub tonight until I couldn't take it any more; and here I am putting words into this fucking box!

Now how did it start?

Because I'd scream and scream and scream and never find home. I can still see your blood mixing with the rain, I can still feel in my heart the incredible pain, your blood running in the rain. I'm drowning in the rain. . .

God just stop! just stop it now!!!!

Then the glass in my hand fell and shattered on the floor and my heart ripped apart when you said "Annie I wanted more." Then there was nothing, just nothing any more.

(Where did I let you get inside me Candor?)

do I really want to open up this door. . . .......

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