weird thoughts from the hopelessly insane
Born of a wolf, under a dead bloody sun, on a hilarious night of exorcism gone a bit stupid. Perhaps a beast made of rotten strawberries, the rest of this pathetically unclean information should not be asked.
Wednesday 6 March 2019
The Fog & Candyman
Say it five times: The For, The Fog, The Fog, The Fog, The... I won't bother.
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