Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Yup. Still a Stepford.

"Can I...be to speak, now?
Light...so bright...when eyes this wide.
Lips...parched....someone help me.....
 trapped in...loveless marriage...
cult...house with psycho....
who am I?"

Don't ring a bell or sound a buzzer too close
to her. You never know what she might be
programmed to do on command.
She might go all "Dollhouse" and
wipe out a city block.

It's always the quiet ones you have
to worry about.

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