I signed over my soul to save my daughter. It was so convincing and made me feel like I didn’t have a choice, but in the end it was my hand that took from it. It is written. I ignored the voices who cried out to me not to do it. When your child is […]
Well, I was thinking probably yesterday or so, the word ‘ghostwriter’. And sure enough, as the Matrix would have its way unto moi with a wink and a nod, I see the WordPress tag, ‘ghost’, for each of the blogger’s post.
Do NOT doubt unto moi! Evil Kitty will NOT have taunting paws against howling meows!
Anyway, I liked the story enough to share in my personal weblog. I’ve followed this blogger a few minutes ago. I don’t know how long I’d like to follow any spook, err, agent, err, blogger here.
Lucy the man in black, Tommy the daddy, and Tammy the daughter, featuring God’s voice, whom most would NOT heed. Alas, hunger wins and a soul is sold. Humanz are so weak! Damn humanz.