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
Reposting this because its now up for scoring. If this gets printed, the money will go towards my tuition. This post is public if you'd like to pimp. :)