I was sat watching my TV at approx 9:01pm last night, when suddenly I heared a heavinly sound of a child singing.
In my kitchen, there the poor girl lay, chanting nursery rhymes.
I spoke to the child, and she told me to go west in my journey for lifes meaning.
I told her to get bent because north has worked fine.
She then began to chew on her rm and condemed me to hell.

I feel so lost and confused.
Perhaps this encounter was a sign of things to come.
Or perhaps I should smoke less weed.

She chewed on her ARM, I meant.

Sorry kind internet people for my typo.