beachguy in thongs
01-12-2006, 10:10 PM
In sixth grade, I moved back to my childhood home after my parents split up for a year and a half, and my Mother moved into the city of Amsterdam.
I had a four-part nightmare, and part three was me looking out the window, seeing the killer walking away through a swamp, that looked like this shot that I just took from cam, out my window.
That's the end of a bay, right now, the tide's out.
It's straight from my dreams. No one was murdered in any of the four parts, except for a little New York Yankee doll that I had growing up.
I had a four-part nightmare, and part three was me looking out the window, seeing the killer walking away through a swamp, that looked like this shot that I just took from cam, out my window.
That's the end of a bay, right now, the tide's out.
It's straight from my dreams. No one was murdered in any of the four parts, except for a little New York Yankee doll that I had growing up.