
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Chilly Night
They sleep hard by day, concealing from you their pointy fangs. They visit you in the middle of the night to suck your precious body heat. Mirrors mean nothing to them. . . . And the only way you could ever dream of getting rid of them would be to drive a stake through your own heart.


Labels:
bad writing,
cats,
Patches
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