I was in the box again. The presense wasn't there this time. Instead there were a lot of different ones. I felt really rushed to talk to them, but I couldn't move again. Most of the presenses were fun, but I was annoyed at others. Suddenly coffee flew from the ceilings like blood had before. It was different though, because I could moved after it covered me.
Anti-Cute Animosity · Tue Apr 24, 2007 @ 11:46pm · 0 Comments |