I shouldn’t have watched those horror movies, while my gloves were on the scant of creepy nails. The closer my hands, nearer were the horrible graphics of Asian curse. If only I had nailcutter. I wish I could switch on the lights. I meant, if I could turn on my guts. Everything is holy scary till I won’t be able to summon morning rays.
Wait why my nails are bleaming? The creepy ones. Ah! I knew..I should stop enlightening my horror scraps. Otherwise, I would be jotting of cupid on the basement of betrayal. It’s only a jest