Police Raid
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Torturous Vampire Blood-Ade

A cup of rain A bucket of pain A drum of love… I was walking into the café with a ghost I was talking about a dream Something to do with red berries And torturous vampire Blood-Ade “Ohhhh yeah!” The police come bashing through the wall Guns drawn, yelling, tear gas and confusion My only… Continue reading
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Ms. Grundy and the Bone Ghosts (3)

“Aw, come on, Lloyd. No one uses shoeboxes for shoes. What you got in them? Dope? Naughty pictures? Laughing gas for pre-coitus huffing?” Continue reading
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Ms. Grundy and the Bone Ghosts (2)

Lloyd moved away from the window and went to the nurse-white neatly cluttered kitchen and fixed himself a cold chicken sandwich with salted cucumber wedges on the side and a fat glass of Ovaltine. Continue reading
