dirt staining my dress. i'm thinking while laying low behind the sofa, shouldn't have splurge on it, should've just bought some shorts and a t-shirt with some stupid statement. like 'i know you're watching me' stamped over the boobs area. dress wasn't necessary, never in this condition when you're about to be slashed open by a monster. those rapid footsteps i can hear it coming closer and closer. for a person so heavy it's quite a wonder how this thing can move so fast isn't it. maybe it's the protein, maybe it's the slapping his father gave while he was a sick little kid.
maybe it's the thrill of holding a bigass chopper. i dont know.
might as well enjoy the stay while it lasts. the dark room is filled with family potraits, of different families. on the shelves, on the wall, above the fireplace, photo albums scattered everywhere. scary shit or what? must be a dude deprived so much of love, later on decides to get the bond by killing families, preserve them and put them up around the house.
which explains the mannequins. i guess they're not.
i so need to sanitize.
Perempuan 1, 2, & 3
- /////ganjil/////
- highly established procrastinator on the road to recovery, very likely starting from tomorrow.
your daily cup of poison.
5 comments:
just got back from a blind date? Lol.
haha. blind date with fate.
Do you have copy writer for so good articles? If so please give me contacts, because this really rocks! :)
I would appreciate more visual materials, to make your blog more attractive, but your writing style really compensates it. But there is always place for improvement
Thank you for the kind words :) no i do not have a copy writer, that actually leaves me wondering whether i should have one. hmmm?
we are on the same page on that one, i do think visual aids would make the whole thing better. maybe one of these days i will do so ;) thanks again.
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