helter skelter

I'm Lizzie, and just the other day, I mistook an old man dressed in a bush for a monster. So I instinctively jumped on him, pushing him to the ground thinking this was the monster that killed my goldfish back in the third grade. When just then as I ran my fist into his cheek bone, I remembered my cat actually ate it. As I gazed off into thought about it, I was thrown to the ground by this monster-man, he swiftly took out his switchblade and cut my chest in half, stealing my large and small intestine, along with my kidney and part of my heart. I guess he was going to sell it on the black market, maybe for some new clothes...On account of he was wearing a bush for a suit.

And somehow I ended up on here, stuck in this goddamn computer...Unable to find a way out, like most of our pathetic lives...Stuck somewhere. Always in some sort of limbo.