Bath
August 18th, 2012, 06:31 PM
The freaks and weirdos crawl out of your closets in the dead of night. They parade in the streets, discussing the taste of human skin, tracing each other's cheeks with long scaly fingers. Oh, I could describe to you with such poetry how they feast on the concrete. Evil is poured into wine glasses and consumed without flinching. I love these monsters more than I love human beings, at least they are genuine.