ploptoken

d00m. drink, drank drunk. Lovage. sleeping on your asphalt. syphonning gas.

ever wonder what behind that door when you sleep at night. like when you are home all alone. trying to sleep. and you won't chut the closet door, because you're always afraid someone or something might find it's way in there? well.. what about what gets behind the door when it's open? so you finally build the courage to close the door and you notice the shadow doesn't move. it just kind of stays there. almost looking back at you. it's shape is odd. not square and boxed off like the door, but more organized then the pile of clothes at the bottom.

now what? do you run? try to get back under the covers before the shadow decides what to do first? stand your ground and hole it's all just a dream? close your eyes and think of something else? or do you listen to that little voice in your head. not your voice. not the voice you hear when you trying to make up your mind. a new voice. and all the voice says is five simple words...

"Death is not the end."