Friday, September 2, 2011

The Tides Are Turning BadMan.
The Tides Are Turning BadMan.
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The Tides Are Turning BadMan.

Friday, June 24, 2011

This isn't happening.

I just returned to my apartment. I have been staying with my parents while I was hoping this would all blow over.

I left my lovely tabby "Patches" here, she's fully equipped with a self cleaning litter box and a self feeding water and food container. So it's nothing for me to leave her here for a few weeks when I went home.

But I suppose that's irrelevant at this point.

When I arrived I saw a note on my door from my landlord.

"Penelope T,                                                5\30\2011

I just received word from the other tenants that your smoke detector was going off. When I came to see if you needed assistance I realized you were not home. I proceeded to let myself in and found that you had left your dinner on high in the Crock-Pot on your counter. I'm not exactly sure why it was duct-taped shut but that's really none of my concern. I imagine the dinner is a loss but at least we caught it before it got out of hand. Please be more careful next time.

Mgmnt"


Needless to say it wasn't dinner.
I hope patches was dead before she was put in there..
But judging by the claw marks and the duct-tape.. hoping is all I can do.

This can't be happening.

I got your little message OPOF.

Stay the fuck away from ME!

Monday, May 30, 2011

Oh Penelope....

Silly girl.

You need to think of a more difficult password my dear.

You like poems and such?

Burn me to ashes, then burn the ashes.
I'll carry this hate till I'm in my grave.
I'll see you in hell where the devil knows my name.
Your world will never be the same.
 
See you soon..
 
Until Next Time.
 
 
I left you a little something on the counter.
 
 

 

Monday, May 23, 2011

Yep.

Dear Bad Weather,
Please leave us alone.

K thanks bye.

Please pray for the victims of the recent disasters in the south and in Mn and Mo.

I hope they can rebuild quickly and begin to live life again.

But last night I swear I felt him touching me.

God why is this happening?
Am I losing my mind?

I don't want to lose my mind.
I'm happy where i'm at.

Love,
Penelope.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

This cannot be happening.

This better be a stupid coincidence.

How could he possibly even know of me?

Maybe i'm over thinking all of this.

It's extremely difficult to be creative when you think a monster is out to get you.

Love,
Penelope.

Monday, May 16, 2011

Seriously

Look in my following list and check out Knitwolf's work.

She's great at what she does.
Check the slendy dolls.

If creepy can be cute.. these are it.

I'm working on a new poem.

I'll let you in on it in a while.

Love,
Penelope

Friday, May 13, 2011

....

I keep dreaming about a man i've never seen.

He's watching me.

He's not a good man.

Love,
Penelope.