at first glance, the ticket booth leading up to the old clown tent appears to be totally abandoned,
but upon walking closer, there is a movement -
the faded curtains ripple, issuing a torrent of dust
electricity hums, and a string of bulb lights half-heartedly sputter to life
a grey, cadaverous arm protrudes from the heavy velvet drapes of the ticket counter
its palm is up; expectant
there is a moments pause, when at last, a thin, raspy voice penetrates the silence, inquiring:
" pet tax? "
post animals u cherish in this thread!
do u live with a many-legged beast?
post a pic
see a cool bug outside?
post a pic
we want 2 see the bug
but upon walking closer, there is a movement -
the faded curtains ripple, issuing a torrent of dust
electricity hums, and a string of bulb lights half-heartedly sputter to life
a grey, cadaverous arm protrudes from the heavy velvet drapes of the ticket counter
its palm is up; expectant
there is a moments pause, when at last, a thin, raspy voice penetrates the silence, inquiring:
" pet tax? "
post animals u cherish in this thread!
do u live with a many-legged beast?
post a pic
see a cool bug outside?
post a pic
we want 2 see the bug
