Above me soft footsteps the sound through the ceiling of a teenager haunted by a door to the night. My cousin Maybonne lights up a Salem blows ghosts to the darkness be it ever so humble theres no place like home.
Lynda Barry
Above me soft footsteps the sound through the ceiling of a teenager haunted by a door to the night. My cousin Maybonne lights up a Salem blows ghosts to the darkness be it ever so humble theres no place like home.
Lynda Barry