I went to my landlord's shop to poke around. I could spend hours in there looking and touching treasures and since I have the time - I did. I think about the stuff there and the stories they all hold. I get curious as to who it belonged to originally and how it ended up here. I hope it all finds new homes and new admirers but know it all cannot, especially when it is something scary like these two examples:
A scary clown and a ventriloquist dummy! TOGETHGER!!! What kind of unholy marriage is this? Seriously - did these toys belong to Regan from the Exorcist or what? I am man enough to say - I literally screamed. If these were not in a glass case I would have immediately ran to church. You know that at night they walk around and do all sorts of evil things. Just look at the dummy - he is whispering into the clown's ear, "That's the one - we need to kill him. Kill HIM!"
Eeeeek!!!!
Ok homegirl - I know living in a mausoleum of trash and treasures can't be too fly but must you jump out from the corner just to see me shit my pants. Not cool - not cool at all. I already know you will cut a bitch - you do not have too prove it.
A scary clown and a ventriloquist dummy! TOGETHGER!!! What kind of unholy marriage is this? Seriously - did these toys belong to Regan from the Exorcist or what? I am man enough to say - I literally screamed. If these were not in a glass case I would have immediately ran to church. You know that at night they walk around and do all sorts of evil things. Just look at the dummy - he is whispering into the clown's ear, "That's the one - we need to kill him. Kill HIM!" Eeeeek!!!! 
Ok homegirl - I know living in a mausoleum of trash and treasures can't be too fly but must you jump out from the corner just to see me shit my pants. Not cool - not cool at all. I already know you will cut a bitch - you do not have too prove it.
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