Mr. Grift is dead. Before anyone asks, no, I did not kill him.

There is procedure for this, no? A body? He's in section four. Someone should come get him, because I most certainly am not getting blood on my clothes.

A top. I have been given a top. Is it meant to say something? This world, it spins about? Or is it just another item to go on a shelf and make me wonder what it could possibly mean? At least it is not as annoyng as the bear, no ( Read more... )

At first, after a conversation, I was convinced this was merely indifference. We are changed into things, but it is not because we are liked or hated.

I am going to say something that I will likely never say again. Read close.

I was wrong.

It hates us. All of us.

What I have been DRESSED in is ludicrous! It is not dressing in any sense of the ( Read more... )