Stutter stutter says the little boy. I wanna blow a hole in my head. I swear what this world wants to hear. Trapped in what we know as truth syndrome. Stutter stutter silence no friend. Childern can be cruel she said. So I smashed her in the fucking head. Sorry dear that's the nature of Tourette. Stutter stutter nothing else but me. I twitch and turn while underneath. My contemporaries are so in control. Fuck you fuck you I grunt and groan. Stutter stutter can't keep it no more. Childern can be cruel she said. So I smashed her in the fucking head. Sorry dear that's the nature of Tourette. Stutter stutter are your eyes closed. You know a hole through which you can fall. But I can't even be bothered to hang on. When you're this numb news don't register. I just opened my eyes.