(hyperventilating into a paper bag) I am FREAKING OUT! The hotel room across from us let in like, seven policemen and a detective. They were taking pictures... All i could see of the poor sap was his feet! And they looked grey as clouds.
As i type, it feels really cold. Not cold air, either. An ethereal cold. I can feel this poor fellow still roaming around. He's searching. He's confused. He doesn't know what's happening.
He thinks he's still alive... If only i could tell him the truth... But i don't have any sage.
I don't know this man, but i do hope the afterlife treats him well.
As i type, it feels really cold. Not cold air, either. An ethereal cold. I can feel this poor fellow still roaming around. He's searching. He's confused. He doesn't know what's happening.
He thinks he's still alive... If only i could tell him the truth... But i don't have any sage.
I don't know this man, but i do hope the afterlife treats him well.