I dream of little monsters crawling up my leg. I fear they’ll come again if I go to bed. I wish that something else would be in my dreams. Here come those little monsters, crawling up my leg. I dream of dying babies and why do they smile? I hate those dying babies why don’t they just die? Their smiling faces give me diarrhea. Please die, you dying babies in my diarrhea. My dreams, my dreams, my dreams…