They're everywhere. Bars, grocery stores, churches. No matter the time, no matter place. And the moment you finally thought it was safe to leave the house, there they were. This time, let 'em have it. This time, let the world know who they really are...on The Creepbook.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Garbage Breath
It's a week past Christmas--you found part of a wreath in the garbage outside and said it was mistletoe to try and kiss me.
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