Stephen King’s IT, part two

There was a young toddler on the floor. It had poured out his dreams and laughed out loud hysterically. The toddler was lying down there frozen, Faceless; held down by It single glass on intamacies. Pennywise uncuffed his necktie and unbuckled his trousers. He was going to have a good old feast tonight inside the boy's trousers. He lickedd his lips as he surcummed. "Ah, what a doodle-haoliday....!" He said to himself. He repeated Ed those words that appeared onto his mind.

Some time later I wake up in a cold sweat. I forgot to take my medicine again for my sczhorphrenia. And boy, was I paranoid! The light of the sun reflected inside my eyes as I woke up fumbling over words and feet in my room I shared with my two brothers.

I was the eldest one called Buddha, namely because of my religion, I believe in reincarnation. My younger brothers twins Jasper and Horus both are foster children under the legal age of nineteen. Here I am twenty-one still living here at home with my family. My parents are divorced and no longer live with us. We live with those ever loving green Martians that roam the cosmic Roman Empire.
The sound of It bidding me good morning was all the noise I could hear. Right before taking a bath and medicine, It appeared iny window sill descized as a fairy from Ferngully names Crysta. He then called himself Kristal and warped himself away from viewpoint.
I sing o myself in the mirror

A Song's but a Nightingale

A Song's but a Nightingale
A Song's but a Nightingale
Isn't it strange
How hearts meet the stranger's?

I say into myself, there's plenty to do today. How do I know? because I see the light of Day.