I always knew to avoid the man in the white van. I guess you could say we all did. Like a fox stalking a magpie, he sat patiently at the edge of Pinemount Road, every single morning.
By Jordan Tury6 years ago in Horror
Since when did we become office slaves? Crunching numbers and becoming the victim of a system where only grinding paths are paved.
By Jordan Tury6 years ago in Poets