The Day Of The Ninteenth
White Hair on sandwiches.
What more can I say?!
The end.
What more can I say?!
The end.
posted by A Twig-Like Hermit at 1:19 pm
Saturday, October 22, 2005
About Me
- Name: A Twig-Like Hermit
- Location: Perth, Western Australia, Australia
Well I'm a human being, and I hope to one day expose Alien Girl for the Hideous Alien she is! But also I'm kind and nice and people say I look and sound just fine.
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- The Eighteenth Day
- Day Seventeen
- Day Sixteen
- Day Fifteen
- Day Fourteen (It's Anniversary Day)
- Day Thirteen
- Day Twelve
- Day Eleven
- Day Ten - Well The Night Of Anyway
- Day Nine
2 Comments:
It is now only a few days later and yet I am still confounded by that temtationing hair that grows on the filthy flops you call bread. And, I'm half ashamed to speak the terrible truth that burns my lips like spicy poopcorn that spills from your other end, I tasted it. The hair, not poopcorn you filthy gremlin fiend. I'm actually distaunted by the strange combination of white hair and vegemite on toast. An invigourating feeling of slicing pain in my heart filled me with warm fuzzies as the eurphoria of the fur ignited my tingle spot; my knee caps. But I shall not taste the hair again. It is a trolls delicacy that must not be touched by human cheeks or they will know because hair will grow there just as their hair grew and they will come for you in the darkend night. Sweet dreams and hope you wake up whole. Luv me.
Hi! Just want to say what a nice site. Bye, see you soon.
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