At least three ghosts occupy my brain. ([]) One is the saint, two are insane. ([HEY!]) They beat down the good ghost and torture is an constant. (Its about to be.) I thought it might help, moved in to a convent. (What?! Nuns?!?!) Now I get nosebleeds and migrane shakes. [Theyre pistachio flavored.] I drink holy water, snort blessed rice cakes! (Really? You snort rice?) Whatever it takes but it doesn’t know harm. [Oh, we know harm.] They takeover, I’m in the corner chewing on my arm! (Thats chewy.)
Posted on: Mon, 01 Sep 2014 05:47:59 +0000