Saturday, June 16, 2012

So, there wasn't really a monster under the bed after all.



WalMart is here and the world didn't end.

The real monsters are those who gnash their teeth and egg you on to wail and rend your garments in fear and loathing. They must feel a tiny bit sheepish right now, but they're not gone. They're the same ones who gnash their teeth and stomp their feet, and try to drum up that same level of angst over Richardson's Grove, filling potholes, and anything else they can think up, and anything else they can get you agitated about.

Aren't you tired of the roller coaster of false fears?

2 comments:

  1. No, I'm tired of Rose Welsh

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  2. Rose has cock breath

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