Pomp Adore

It started getting kind of scary. He would just sit there, and his hair would move on its own accord... Waving back and forth like long grass in the wind. Its just that, we were inside, and there was no wind. I was afraid that the creature just might uproot itself from the Grza's head and start attacking that one girl who should have been wearing a little more shirt.

1 comment:

Justice Rare said...

He lives the DA lifestyle, he looks up to his favorite ped-io-file, he combs through the wax and pours out the sweat, he's an adorable pimp with a heart of steele, Oh, mr.hair what is this menace that makes you real,real,real