I took a wrong turn off the turnpike and skidded into the seventh circle of hell.
There is a speech.
Roof beams fall onto the men and women
“bring ‘em in!” we operate with barbeque tongs “hold that artery goddammit!”
“I don’t know what I’m doing!” fuck! I burst through. The man dies.
Theda from the underworld.
she is a blond.
She is a demon from hell with a selfie stick.
She was after me, but maybe it was someone else, biting repartee. Literal biting. All the vampires took turns, even the ones in the fourth grade. She wouldn’t let up. She just kept at it: a machine with spinning blades. that’s when the fun starts.
mkrashes 