Clay Men
Clay Men
The clay man died. He's a member of the dead. He's in the van on the passenger seat, made of concrete. Morphs onto the driver's face. Hey, you're dead! What? He's talking normal. Put him in the concrete mixer. Mix him up. Moving like liquid mercury man. Barry from Brookside, crap actor. Now dead, clay man. Van driver to wear? False clothes.
Copyright © Nick Armbrister Jimmy Boom Semtex | Year Posted 2019
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