A noting

Ghosts are very afraid of ghosts.
Remember that whenever you meet one.
After all, you could be the malicious one.
It's a children's saying.
Don't watch horror movies, please.

And get in Ouija's closet, cause I'm on my way.
Who the hell are you? I know the right answer to every question.
Stop drinking so much whiskey, I'm begging you.
Do you have the lips to ask?
Yeah, “your lips don't touch me anymore.”
what's her nevermore
It's the old smell of meat without spices. It's not meat for eating. It's the smell of these old buildings.

Stop cheating, first of all from fiction.
And secondly, stop drinking tonight.
You know why I smoke? It's hard for me to take in that flesh odor.
No, I'm afraid they're hardly alive. That smell is everywhere.
They don't smell it, but I don't either because I smoke a lot.
Who the hell are you anyway?
Do you have a beef with me?

But you can still hide in the closet.
After all, according to legend, ghosts fear ghosts the most.
No?
Then
I have a few clarifying questions for you.
But I really forgot what I wanted to ask you. I'm sorry, I'm embarrassed.

Fear yourself, you don't even have the mouth to answer me.
Well, they're maniacs who've embraced the bio-form of life.
and it's a breakfast-dinner predator.
Worship, adulation and fear of what they are not.
Strange cults that don't match the essence of the gods.
Well, they're very unlike Jesus, but they worship him.
Twilight of the Idols, of course. He was laughing when he wrote it.
They just didn't hear that laugh.

Yes, the god Chronos. Still eating his children.
Time is as hungry as a couple of caged parrots.
They ate their eggs, imagine,
even though they'd been fed the best grain feed.
The bottom of their cage had a locked, secluded house.
That's where all the villainy took place.
All the eggs were beak-punched from the outside, not the inside.

I know what I'm talking about, one of my cats is a hunter.
He tore the wings off a bat like a rag because he didn't like it.
His eyes are nature's eyes, they see in the dark.
and any movement of food will be noticed.
And in the field and at night and everywhere.
But we're city dwellers and we eat canned food.
No, he likes me a lot because I'm bigger.
Otherwise the outcome would be a foregone conclusion.

It's a serious subject to think about.
Give me your heart and I'll keep it.
I don't write it off. It's called an euphemism.
To someone's dreams.

That's not what it's called.
Quiet, I hear rustling in the closet.
You don't have a closet.
Yeah, and that makes it all the weirder.
Yes, the god Chronos. Still eating his children.
Time is as hungry as a couple of caged parrots.
They ate their eggs, imagine,
even though they'd been fed the best grain feed.
The bottom of their cage had a locked, secluded house.
That's where all the villainy took place.
All the eggs were beak-punched from the outside, not the inside.

I know what I'm talking about, one of my cats is a hunter.
He tore the wings off a bat like a rag because he didn't like it.
His eyes are nature's eyes, they see in the dark.
and any movement of food will be noticed.
And in the field and at night and everywhere.
But we're city dwellers and we eat canned food.
No, he likes me a lot because I'm bigger.
Otherwise the outcome would be a foregone conclusion.

It's a serious subject to think about.
Give me your heart and I'll keep it.
I don't write it off. It's called an euphemism.
To someone's dreams.

That's not what it's called.
Quiet, I hear rustling in the closet.
You don't have a closet.
Yeah, and that makes it all the weirder.

Oh, yeah, if you read that.
you're about to meet a closet thing.
unless you buy this amulet immediately.
And there's no doubt
who cuts his or her own or someone else's nails at night.
will probably never see his family again.

there was a man walking in the tunnel
in the direction of the cars?
So it wasn't a man.