bang bang Choo-Choo

I'm not a girl who misses much; I just wanted to meditate and clear my mind, but they screamed that I needed a fix or I'd go down. I knew that they were lying with their eyes but it was as if they were pulsing with warm blood, down, down, with no life, no love, no pen, no gun, like a lizard on a window pane. No warm blood shall flow through me! -I fought. I gasped- Happiness- they screaaaamed louder and louder, they threatened and yelled and protested- is a warm gun... And they swore at me, begging me to succumb, until I couldn't take it anymore, so I ripped the warm gun out of their happy hands and I shot Mother Superior down (down to the bits that I left uptown). Bang, bang, shoot, shoot; doodododododoo.