Biography of J.W. Frogg
J.W. Frogg resides mostly in the mind of an uneducated, under-achieving, mouth breather who's contempt for almost all emotion seems hypocritical as tentative keystrokes lend credence to sarcastic demons that have manifested for J.W.'s entertainment.
The walls are up but windows are open and sleep does not come easy.
- Beauty (And one sentence by the pot-head...
- Girl Be Knockin'
- The Full Report
- SEEPY TIME
- Play In The Road With Matches (A Baby'...
- The Dreams Of The Broken
- Mold on my Think Stick
- Zombie Sex Slave
I'm back in here again... I've been here before you see.
The house seems cold this time, not warm and soft like before. There are no friends to count out and there are no women to spy. Sweet Virginia isn't home and she's not knocking at the door.
All the houses on this block seem empty and even the ghosts no longer linger. Strange for this time of year.
The trees are moving in rythm with a breeze that I can't feel and my hair grows too heavy for my eyes. Something is not right, something seem