Proglue


In the sunlight, the plants grow lime as the tourists take pictures of its beauty.
In the darkness of the night, a branch reaches out to pull it’s next victim away from life, dragging his/her soul to hell.
In the daytime, the smell of happiness drifts children to their funniest memories but at night, the smell of blood flows fears into the ear to enter the brain.
In the nighttime, Blood oozes down the walls to drip and burn it’s newcomers.