Originally posted by Sunburntunder my bed,
Mine -
Real stuff:
An elk leg bone, upper and lower, still connected by some tissue
Christmas wrapping paper rolls from 2008 and 2009
Styrofoam I am convinced I will use again for packing something
Lap desk for my laptop
A pair of jeans that disappeared into the Dark Hole Of Lost Stuff six months ago
Fiction:
All the journals, artwork and poetry I regret throwing away
Photo albums I should have made of my children's pictures
lives a monster of mine...
he's not welcome you see,
down at tha five and dime...
he's green and he's bald,
except where he's hairy...
he haz one giant eye,
but itz not all that scary...
now hiz breath will stop ya,
right dead in yer tracks...
and a shemonster, folks,
iz all, that he lacks...
i gots a waterbed...
filled with zinfindel...
smeared with peanut butter and oil...
nothing fits under tha pedestal...
rookie
Originally posted by rookie54I got a couple of hair balls, a few dead stinkbugs and a rolled up window ladder for when I have to secretly sneak out to fight crime.
under my bed,
lives a monster of mine...
he's not welcome you see,
down at tha five and dime...
he's green and he's bald,
except where he's hairy...
he haz one giant eye,
but itz not all that scary...
now hiz breath will stop ya,
right dead in yer tracks...
and a shemonster, folks,
iz all, that he lacks...
i gots a waterbed...
filled wi ...[text shortened]... el...
smeared with peanut butter and oil...
nothing fits under tha pedestal...
rookie
Originally posted by SunburntFor as long as I csan remember, I've aslways had a monster under my bed. I believe his name is Biter, but, I can't be sure as we've never been formally introduced. Suffice it to say that he'll strip the flesh off any exposed and dangling limb in a heart beat. Scary stuff.
Mine -
Real stuff:
An elk leg bone, upper and lower, still connected by some tissue
Christmas wrapping paper rolls from 2008 and 2009
Styrofoam I am convinced I will use again for packing something
Lap desk for my laptop
A pair of jeans that disappeared into the Dark Hole Of Lost Stuff six months ago
Fiction:
All the journals, artwork and poetry I regret throwing away
Photo albums I should have made of my children's pictures
...the fears of my childhood begin with small witches who lift up the bed and run down toward hell carrying me with it....and then there are the rat people of paris who live in the soil and pull you down into the earth as you walk across the field...and then there is all dark water in which old cars and dead bodies rest at the bottom...etc...
Originally posted by Hand of HecateI'm convinced this is Starrman.
For as long as I csan remember, I've aslways had a monster under my bed. I believe his name is Biter, but, I can't be sure as we've never been formally introduced. Suffice it to say that he'll strip the flesh off any exposed and dangling limb in a heart beat. Scary stuff.
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