The Undead Are Banging On Our Doors by Chad Parenteau
It's relaxing to shuffle on once sulfurous-sored feet my back no longer aching though stiff as this hard oak door. I'm in feed-mode. I see through cataracted lenses. I rend with [...]
It's relaxing to shuffle on once sulfurous-sored feet my back no longer aching though stiff as this hard oak door. I'm in feed-mode. I see through cataracted lenses. I rend with [...]