Sorry, Internet.


Really, with the elder god on your head? What is that, the coif of Cthulhu?

Lips like a lamprey eel? It’s all right. Nobody’s perfect.
Face like squashed plasticine? Don’t worry. Age gets us all.
But you can afford a haircut. Yes. Get a haircut.

…uh, sorry, Internet. I don’t know. This was going to be a zombie. Something happened.

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