So, I imagined Ellen was talking to me as figments of her present self around a big room with a screen projectal. I guess she was pretty much barking at me. Like, she was telling me maybe how to get stimulated and maybe how not to. So, she did something wrong, apparently, and was definitely going to the police, too.
No comments:
Post a Comment
State your name, don't be a creep
Leave your message after the *beep*