Often times, jojo looks up to the stars...and remembers home. There were all kinds of lights there. Beautiful ones. Green ones. Light yellow ones. The light became things...they would form into things. It was so very, very beautiful.
Then mom said I had to come here. so, i did. big mistake. people take things here. all the time. they think cause they are stronger they are able. some other monkies make up thoughts that say if you dont give back what's not yours you'll be in even bigger trouble mister! scary.
other monkies get real angry at themselves for not being able to stop others from taking what they have. hurts. sometimes their thoughts become real sharp and tough. deep and tough.
and other monkies are simply lost on a floating island floating to nowhere...always journeying.
will i ever get away from my feelings. My thought is no.
goodbye old world. you were a good one.
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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