Ghosts do not forget, that is what haunts them. Most ghosts stay in the inbetween fearful of crossing the LINES. Lines become lions if one isn't careful, and the wicked stepmother danced in red hot shoes. Ghosts do not forget, but they remember everything. It muddles and mires, pools in their head. The Ghost Girl stands in the in between. She remembers and watches for lines and lions.
STRANGE SPANNERS being an accounting of strangeness of the warp and woof of my mind For those of you new here, think of this as 1/2 "Night Gallery" Our Motto: Nos somnium quisnam es futurus fatum quod insolitus tutus vos!
Saturday, July 24, 2010
The Ghost Girl in the Inbetween
Ghosts do not forget, that is what haunts them. Most ghosts stay in the inbetween fearful of crossing the LINES. Lines become lions if one isn't careful, and the wicked stepmother danced in red hot shoes. Ghosts do not forget, but they remember everything. It muddles and mires, pools in their head. The Ghost Girl stands in the in between. She remembers and watches for lines and lions.
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