That Bonnie and Clyde costume set shows evil as it always is, standing boldfaced in the light of day with the accoutrements of success. And so what really sold the costumes our neighbours wore, was neither fabric, nor buttons, nor thread - yet the cold-hearted assholes that they truly were.
Such threadbare costumes upon such threadbare souls, here stood a mock Bonnie and Clyde, idiot knock-offs with matching homicidal stares.
From the cold indifference of their mile-long stares, beneath the dried out costumes, were the same genocidal apes our ancestors all were - a real "Bonnie and Clyde" dressed as "Bonnie and Clyde" in an irony they simply weren't smart enough to grasp.
If ever there were a hat on a hat, a costume over a mask, it was this fraudulent Bonnie and her lap dog Clyde.
He stood there dressed as Clyde, she draped there as a wilting bloom. Neither could pass as bonny, yet were sick seeds growing in the dark.
Keep track of your favorite writers on Descriptionari
We won't spam your account. Set your permissions during sign up or at any time afterward.