Scarecrow has dulled his corn teeth on the sadness again. And there is a foul odor about him. One of bandaids and kerosene. He waits for us behind the dumpster. In the dark.
Scarecrow has dulled his corn teeth on the sadness again. And there is a foul odor about him. One of bandaids and kerosene. He waits for us behind the dumpster. In the dark.