I became a troll this afternoon, living under the bridge at Bolin Creek. I shall live under the road and demand tolls from passing goats.
It's what I'm good for.I just can't help believing, though believing sees me cursed…
I became a troll this afternoon, living under the bridge at Bolin Creek. I shall live under the road and demand tolls from passing goats.
It's what I'm good for.