The Doomed

Good evening friends of the inner thank you. This is your host inviting you through the sweetening door to give you a peek at the latest style. It may or may have. It has been. The styles and crime change like anything else.

You know there's a new look to the corpses these days. Blood is running longer for the ladies. The ganglors report that the new long hairdo is ideal for the rotting girls with their own friends.

Only one girl goes, I know, complained about the long dresses. She says that she's been wearing long cheeks for years and not knowing to tell her from a human if she can't part people anymore.

It's not terrible. The night's inner sign for mystery, adume. was written by Milton Lewis and stars Carl Fuentzen, a role of God, with most of these McCampery discordants. I've been. You know what's going to happen now, don't you?

That's right. You're going to scream your little head off and do a lot. Ready? Then gather close to the fire and listen to God's world and tell us the same thing. I'm not sure if I suspect my whole baby.

I'm gonna try to eat this day. Now that's because we're going to escape and open this way. I live in the bank of the crew in my hair and my face. My eye is clear and I look at Nina's head.

I call her. Nina. Nina, wake up. I'm gonna be here. Nina. I'm terrified. I'm leaving. I'm just going to talk to her. Nina, Nina talk to me. It's me, God. Nina. I'm gonna tell her.

The boozies are in there. I knew I'd murder them. I'm trying to take... I don't remember. I... ...were close. She was killed. The sheriff was deathly. Simon, I'm sorry to... ...rightly, but now I think...