Wednesday, November 03, 2010

... and Tim Burton scoffs.

There is a fence, a good distance away. A picket fence, but not painted white, not a Wisteria Lane fence, not a fence that belongs to a house which has investment banker dads and mothers who make cupcakes and kids who eat said cupcakes and roll off to school in the family SUV. This fence is brown, weathered, beaten.

You stand there and watch. Watch that fence in the desolate greyness of the drizzle that shows no sign of abating.

Slowly, the top of these cracked pieces of wood turns into dozens and dozens of grubby little fingers, all atop the fence. They beckon urgently, haphazardly. It's difficult not to panic, watching as those disembodied fingers draw you closer and closer. Just as you open your mouth to scream, you find yourself stifled by the feeling of damp earth stuffed down your throat.


So, boys and girls, the lesson here is: Do not fall asleep right after you watch Gossip Girl. It messes with your head.


The New Age Superhero said...

you don't even need dope, you know that, no?

Punvati said...

You say that like it's a bad thing.

Deepak Gopalakrishnan said...

@Douchebagman: I agree.

The New Age Superhero said...

doing dope or your imagination?