I honestly can't sleep. the sound of brendon urie's voice is so greatly needed to blast out the muffled cries of my victims or forced friends. I shush them in attempt of peace and tranquility but stupid people cant take a hint, so I took my gun and shot the wall near the noisy bitch's bleached head. a gasp from the bitch is the response I expect as well a salty tears running down her flushed face. I could care less. at least I didnt kill her right? I couldnt dispose of her. burning her could result in polluting earth with the plastic scent of roasted hoe. save your laughter because we all know its true.