Day 93: Skanky Moles Eat The Peas
I never see the PostMan anymore. Well, it's not like I wanted to see him anyways...What The Hell Are YOU Implying?? How could I ever wish to make friends with a...filthty...yellow, death bird? His image haunts me; my eye sometimes goes blurry and there it is. The yellow figure all bird-like and...and feathery, yeauck. Dirty fith channels to swim, in your brain.
Trauma Is The Phone Of Silence.
Trauma Is The Phone Of Silence.
posted by A Twig-Like Hermit at 12:57 pm
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