Ever since Jojo was a little monkey, he sensed things. Things were not the way they should have been. But, they were, and jojo knew it. Jojo could know it.
Now jojo knows other things. Lots of other things. Good things that feel realll good inside. And now Jojo is happy, to sing and to breathe. So, Jojo breathes. He breathes deeply and with the good clean air, he takes it in, all the way down.
And that's Jojo.
About Me
- Jojo - is angry.
- This is me, Jojo. I'm with my protection. Loud. Sometimes Jojo has very, very deep thoughts. Sometimes not. Sometimes those thoughts turn into screams. Sometimes the screams become laughs. Sometimes the screams do not become laughs. What else could be said about all of humanity?
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