“Quietly he slipped away again, feeling that his purpose had been served. As his form faded away the smile on his face was crooked. He would never be far away.”
posted 1 year ago
The remix of Sour Mash Pulp (for account purposes)
I'm a 28 year old wannabe Pulp writer, former Soldier, high school drop out, soon to be college student.
This is the onslaught of things I see that intrigue me, gladden or madden me.
I'm a 28 year old wannabe Pulp writer, former Soldier, high school drop out, soon to be college student.
This is the onslaught of things I see that intrigue me, gladden or madden me.
