ZingBop
Stop listening.
He tried to, tried really hard, but he just couldnt tear his attention away from it.
He felt his mind slowling turning to mush, his belief system crumbling, everything that made him himself was slowly fading.
If only he could stop listening. Then every thing would be ok.
But he couldn't stop, so instead he jammed a knife in his hand, and listened to himself scream instead.
Then everything was better again.
He tried to, tried really hard, but he just couldnt tear his attention away from it.
He felt his mind slowling turning to mush, his belief system crumbling, everything that made him himself was slowly fading.
If only he could stop listening. Then every thing would be ok.
But he couldn't stop, so instead he jammed a knife in his hand, and listened to himself scream instead.
Then everything was better again.