Joined: Feb 16, 2003
From: portland, oregon, usa
|Posted: 18-05-2018 05:54  |
Got any? Here's one from just now:
You dream of an abandoned galleon. A bespectacled cream cake glides toward you and grumbles "train". "Are we insane?" you wonder, YOUR OWN FACE drips blood, and you are left feeling uncannily vacant.
[ This Message was edited by: Havoc on 18-05-2018 05:56 ]