Thursday, July 26, 2012

Sex With Ghosts

I bet ghosts have to fake it a lot, cause they're so preoccupied with how to steal your body 

He won't introduce me to any of his friends. Also sometimes he growls at me. 

I think pottery is dumb.

Ectoplasm actually tastes like just....clouds. Also it stains.

They are incapable of love or real connection, and exist only as a constant desire for affection and warmth made corporeal.

Sometimes, when I'm coming, he whispers to me "someday you're going to die". 
Which is pretty mean, right?

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