Lump sat alone in a boggy marsh totally motionless except for her heart. Mud flowed up into Lump's pajamas, she totally confused all the passing piranhas. She’s lump, she's lump, she’s in my head. She’s lump, she's lump, she's lump, she might be dead.
Twenty-Three, Zombie, Ringling College of Art & Design, Artistic, Dorky, Spiritual, Straight, Blonde