Waltz

Oh what is this to be now? A drifter? You must be. Who else would honestly visit this dull corner. If you lost your way by all honesty, your way to freedom of this wasted area is at the bottom or top. Trusting to be the lazy sort, your top dressing room exit is up the sandbag rope of this stage.





Now then--what? You're still here? What more do you want? Brownie Girl scout cookies? Muffins? Cake?

. . .

Oh the devil, this isn't a bakery. Why would a ghost run one? I lack taste and be well enough to hand over some piece of decorated rock or those kitchen mistakes of too much salt instead of sugar.

Now shoo, go back to the wonderland you're suppose to be going to. << Viewing 711 - 725 of 725