I carry a demon in my rucksack.
Do you still desire to trade places?
Tuned right the spiteful industry.
But the street lights always play with the freckles on your face.
Pardon my addiction to sprinkles.
No we couldn’t give a damn about your ham sandwiches.
When the satyrs came a-calling.
There be dragons.
“Sandman, you’re a motherfucker.” I said, head drooped over the sink “You claim to sell dreams but they’re all with… Read more 9. Sandman III