...history!
That's why it's called "His-story!"
This is Meg, the one holding the sign written for me, she is part of a triumvirate of Smart Sexy Bitches in Winnipeg, that includes Nancy and Faryn, who all love to get geeky guys to fall for them and then they torment them like cats do to small mice.
That's why the call it "Pussy!"
Once you know their game and don't fall for the late night drunken phone calls or love letters written after several bottles of wine in a graveyard for research purposes on horror film screenplays... ...You can have fun, too.
You might want to believe these witches slowly gyrating their bare hips in the smothering snow, these sirens singing to you across the treacherous rocks and drowning waves, these goddesses of Harvest Home who fall in love with the male voice and then take a rusted garden shear and cut out his tongue... ...Love them at your peril. Love them and bring on your doom. Love them and be consumed.
Still, they're kinda sweet to look at!
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