User talk:A2izo

hahahahahahaa this a storie about me u dont have to know about me only thing you need to know is that elctric  volts insane asylum hurts happy acres is not happy i hate this place the lunch ladies serve us with rat poison  in one hand and they have spinch meatball surprise  with  milk that we suspect expired in the fiftys and we have a fire drill in the cold and they do this on purpose they tell us that there hate for us can not be any stronger we dont have computers to outlet our anger we throw wooden bricks at each other but we try to stay sane try most people just take the easy way out  and become very hostile towards almost every bodie if there not hostle  there suicidal. ..... suicide wasnt even an option. There dead ...... there all dead and it seems like i cant do any thing about but sit in watch as the cold world around me spins out of control like a disfunctional carasel. it all began at the age of twelve that was a prosperous year the stock rose fifty two and a quarter and the dow jones reached its peak tis year. my mothers birthday just came and passed like some many autums that i wish i can see again again and again till no one can bring you out of that cycle. my older brother vaan said that the only thing he wants is peace and money but in this world there is no peace only suffering. vaan said did you hear about the news to headless corpeses wounded up in the bank saturday