Bananas in pyjamas are coming down the stairs.

Desperation CHAPTER 1 I heard a distant cry coming from the telephone box, anticipating another I hovered around a while before sprinting across hoping it was my mind playing tricks but I had to be sure. When I opened the door I found a motionless baby coated in blood, it looked as though it had just been born, quickly I lowered myself to the ground, then placed my thumb onto its dainty wrist checking for a pulse. My heart rate quickened and suddenly started to pound, nothing I tell you! At the top of my voice I screamed "help" no reply. What was I to do?

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Devotion Time slows to a halt when all you want to do is die. If only dying was so easy, days on end I sit there on the streets begging.. I have no musical talent so I'm the one that has to scrimp as those on the streets with the guitars are always getting the petty money, I hate snobs who think £10 is worth 10p. Sometimes I think people can read my mind because I only need the money for coke, hash and drink anything to weaken my vital organs so they don't give me the dosh I need. Why can't I die....